i woke up and hated the feelings i lay wit i get me sedated and feel like i made it the deeper the hole the deeper the pressure i feed at the bottom and bleed for the pleasure! u fuck witta killer that aint even kill yet so once its committed theres no other thrill left watch where u walk use ya head and ya legs right im rocking a deadly machete thru town on a gold bmx bike fresher than jesus wit cornrows givenchy while throwin up westside fucka versace i got me a hockey jersey blue and red and white but im more than a ranger from ny come kill me see legends will never die im godly like pac and big poppy we chill as we looking thru heavens eyes
YAH looking at my homie go off on a beat like… like…. YAH holla at the kid lemme run up on a beat like…. YAH
its mista getcha down, down on the ground don't make a sound catching a round cuz i be smirkin while lurking around im murkin wit sound whoever not down make em all frown, family tragedy happened so tragically bastards be packing heat ill tony montana the shit out ya crew aint no problem if nobody backin me ill die with the honor of being a bomber electric that looked for the battery that lights up my fire ignite my desire wit lyrics that rip thru anatomy animate abstract equations ill laminate my presentation examine my patient wit telekinetic genetics my levels are raisin i moved in wit satan this shit is amazin the temperature always on point my brain is a station creations are pacing im illuminatin the joint ugh flow spastic cause a closed casket me n rappin like toe taggin pipe the dro let it start crackling stickin to the script like im thumbtackin to a cork board like they use in school i heard a lotta little fucks use in school 10th grade shootin up shit theres no self made for these dumb pricks stun kids cuz i stunt big come quick wit that rough spit seeing red no tough shit im just flipping off dumb shit im just lippin off ad libs lu kang kick a bitch cracked ribs dragon breath i don't lack in depth i talk smack and get in yo finger tips make you grab a glock and aim it atcha pops like idle hands even when he cut it off yo destination is levitatin to the other side of life like segregation ugh