I'm gonna open up
Devil go where da shoe fit
Know I'm duckin nat quicksand
Get it see it written down in a diary
Never ran
I'm one more time givin time
Can I get a hitman
The bass iz commin commin
Check it out
Be sellin their soul
I never had a beer
Where the rhyme go
You violate
Suckas runnin from it
If it comes down to shuttin
Never get enough
To the black
Who bombed Japan
Not sorry
All in wit the law
This time the rhyme
Who be talkin
The mix
They fear it
So where ya at
I'm a fan first
The flow
Pack it at
Can u tell me yall, what
If the beat ain't fat
Or Iran
Same say fuck all dat
Them down
Come can you
Handlin static
Pack it up
But wanna get paid when
They be talkin dat roughneck shit
Nowhere to run, here they come come
Nowhere to run, here they come come
Than water shit
Where they at
C'mon pick it up
Damn, why you call him
But I know I ain't ass kissin
Were comin after ya
When they hear it
To the point
I'm in the hood surrounded
Sellin out I ain't good at it
Go
I reverse another trick verse
Got da good guy goin gettin da nine
Get it on the one
To the brothas doin death row
I'm on that psycho analytical
Elite to the street
Here I am scramm
And when I got bumbed
The man
That shit iz counterfeit
100 Miles and runnin
Pick it at
And go
Time to draw the line
Rattle rattle
And get some
Give the drummer a taste
From Iraq
To the race
Get near it
They fall in
Their brains in the second grade
The funky automatic
He don't really believe
Where they at
In the brain game, I'm keepin my head clear
And thats that
C'mon
Kiss and I hum
Blood on his hands
Black mans law iz raw like Africa
Political shit
In 33 years so what
Cause I know the hoody
Be comin they quit
I don't know what I'm missin
Like tricks
Never fight the black
The great white hole where they
Where I can rock dis funky joint
Feelin irie
But it ain't gotta be like that
Got it good wit the hitman
Fuck dat blood iz ticker
In uhh! God damn
Hitt em up stone to da bone
Say what
Tip if politics iz stickin to
I'm not dissin
Tell em I'm grounded
Wicked wild
Part of a plan
