[the text:] It's BLS from the west I've Lost Angeles Tryna' find my way back but the map was made of cannabis Better hurry up and find another way to handle this Burned every tree now there's none to hang my hammock with Hey - tryna' patch up all my damages Staggered through the madness Throwing hatchets at the manuscripts Of every maggot on the planet tryna' rap and spit I'd cop your album but I'd rather read a bag of shit Smoke a spliff that's been dipped in the madness And take a step on your neck and get it crackin' bitch It's B-L-S Brandon Bless but he's hazardous As tobacco is to mammals He's standing in a buffalo flannel in Amsterdam-Ales Couldn't find a candle to handle up as I channel this Granted now the fandom abandoning all the analysts Turned every critic into advocating panelists No more time for the trash talk Put your eyes on the black hawk See the prize that I grasped on I was born at the height of the rap storm Now I smack on the back the baby's reborn On a road I met some detours But I always kept my feet forward All I need is a drum beat to seek toward And keep my heart in my head Swinging back and forth like a see-saw Been living life like I'm falling down a freefall And full of dikes who want to write like they really raw I bet it all I be the nigga that will win it all Sendin em' the venom that was hidden in my rhythm y'all Hey - I was born with game And I grew over time And the form would change But the core still remained the same Now I'm 23 with buckets of change In the court like when Jordan came With the dunk from the free throw lane Now all I need is the five-finger ring read 'KING' And a catalog of classics that we can bang Then I'm mapping out the atlas that leads the way
[Outro x3] Hey - We don't play What was blessed with game So respect the name Shahmen