[Common]
Yoniggaz don t want none of this
Niggaz know they can t fuck with this
Turn this shit up just a little more

I walk the night in rhymin armorbomb a nigga like a winter coat
Have him on Death Row searchin for an Interscope
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara
Symbolize dopelike sirens do terror
Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated
Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it
Players is gettin traded
I drop a gem offthem who s style is jaded
My juice is grated
Shit is so bangin niggaz say it s gang related
On philosopher s rink of thoughtI ve skated with precision
Crews is gettin split like decisions
Com will let it ride in collision
Vision like Coleco or teleI battle stars in stellar...
Regionsmy thought scheme was my like my offspring
Nowit s teethin
My reason of rhyme applies to season and time
Season of mindbody and regions divine
In mom s cookoutsI m leavin the swine
Verbal vegeteriansquashed beef with Ice Cube
Came in this rap life nude
Now I m fully clothed with flows
You tricks can t hide behind expensive cars and clothes
Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos
With classic materialimperial and rugged like
Got magbut my slugs a mic
You fake like a smilelike a hugI m tight
Skip ladiesthis is rip a muthafucka night
Oracle arouseniggaz don t even run for cover right
Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
I breathe heavy like an old manwith a cold can of Old Style
Hold a Stone Isle profile
Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild
Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin
Hummin comin towards you with power like forwards do
Hip hopyou my bitch and like a FordI m Explorin you
Sowack niggaz be coolwith themI stay cordial
Flowin room temperaturecats is presumed miniature
Like golf. Soft like Tiger Woods
And real nigga angles I ve stood with ways that s geometric
Don t need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it
I levitate to the occasionlounge like a lyricist
Rhyme wiseyou a rest haven
You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven
You need to do more deletin and less savin
A praise in hellraisin heaven
Like the bill on my pager leavens
What you should have known from day one
You will on day seven

"Hungry hip hop junkie in the city" (*scratched 3X*)

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