A lot of love lost your days is getting cloudy now I'm gonna see how many can really stand the rain Bumpy back again analytical still working out twice a day like it's critical still mix a lot keep it spiritual Mic still hot still lyrical and you niggaz hate to see me rise I ain't got no more patience you can see it in my eyes I'm sick of niggaz keeping me in lies, I hear ya talking I'm New York nigga I rep it every time I step it evn though I'm well respected I got a weapon your past is terrible your future's worse Let me put this Walter PP all in ya mouth cock it and shoot you first Your shit ain't phat ain't no pun to that cause I make this hardcore gansta shit so fun to rap You in trouble like no gun to clap in the middle of Pakistan Either you fight or you clap your hand Cause weak niggaz can't ever be sincere I'm the hardest sober hardcore beats in ya ear And I'm graceful like Muhhamad Ali opposing war I ain't trying to be no soldier that don't konw what he's fighting for That's hypocritic if I'm shooting up my block over 150$ size rocks I'm a stop fucking with niggaz like Jenny from the block Cause all you want to do is come in the club and bust shots You see a man who exposes himself when he's intoxicated really don't know the art of getting drunk Bumpy Knux bring funk like a musty black man from Gahn I rip through Mc's like a peronous Run up on me if ya want to I'll cock my resolution like I was Hughey Newton plottin revolution what ya'll rappers call 16 Barz I call polution so fuck you and your distribution I'm the self mad dollar blue colar rockwilder Yes I weigh more 265 I weigh more I guess I got my weight up I send you 16 Barz I ate up All you punch line niggaz I'll put you in a line and punch every one of you now you know your purpose I'm the bible of the ghetto and page by page I wote ya'll a manual on the black man rage I'll chae you till I catch that ass I guess I'm like age And I kill gansta rappers too I guess I'm like AIDS Take it Easy Eazy does it and ya'll wanna spit bitch in the club being a sleezy buzzit Two years was my interlude I fixed my imperfection I got my mind in better shape to spit you the Konexion
Now that I got that off my Chest Aiyo Big Chuck let's do this for Big Bro