Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style nikkas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they p*ssy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, nikkas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shyt again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
Mic check one two.. we recordin?
I'm
cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn't wanna
answer this
If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for
Canibus
I strangled you to death then I
choked you again
Then break your fukkin legs till your bones
poke through your skin
You beef wit me, I'ma even the score
equally
Take you on Jerry Springer, and beat your ass
legally
I get you blunted off of
funny home grown
Cause when I smoke out I hit the trees harder than
Sonny Bon-o
(Ohh no!!)
So if I said I never did drugs
That would mean I lie AND
get fukked more than the President does
Hillary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert
now these are multis
