I get a grip 50100's and count it up Me and my niggas mounted and ready to act a fool and act a nut Who got the flavor can't control my behavior Since
Started out at like twelve Trapped in a belly of hell Grew into a man inside of a cell Yo, anger just swell up At a early age that develop Hot
" What up though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat My brethrens all veterans all throwin up sevens When we rock hits to the sky throw em up to the heavens
spoils of the royals We are nothing if not nice, we are coughing if we are wise Roll me up like a leafy spliff, fuck that, roll me up and trust me Why
the rising sun livin with a girl on a dead end street some dirty deeds are done dirt cheep with hell below and heaven above my girl give it up to a whole
life Started out at like twelve Trapped in a belly of hell Grew into a man inside of a cell Yo, anger just swell up At a early age that develop Hot
and their husbands don't care Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there A giant pipe organ up in the air You can't live in a home which should
a buzzard Is my mommy in heaven? Well, she's definitely not here Now run away and go play with this hatchet and flaming spear I'm tryna mix up this molotov
movie and I don't give a fuck about it I keep thinkin' about a bitch I met at cassesion Really a cutie I wanna get up in her and out of her but the identity
War and anger shall reign The clash of iron can be heard By blindness you're driven insane I'm lost in anguish and grief Sorrow won't wane 'til you die A
and when they dare me to write Prepare to carry a mic to a burial site I'm a pioneer fuckin' up stereotypes I snatch chains as a kid, made you carry ya
Used to be called a G but no more is he a G But now the biggest G-O-D, wanna weigh up the deeds Man moved heaven and earth to get to big Gs After all
of the universe. Only when the great halls of Valhalla stood aflame lighting up the worlds all around did the gods wake up from their drunken sleep, to speed through the heavens and clash
, you cant write a rhyme without some fucked up shit to say, when i question you, i wont speak proper ill ask you, fuck a meat cleaver, we got heaters
For that very reason I'm committing this treason So I'll be released from their chains A pentagram lies in my chamber up high, then the candles blew out with a
the party Who am I? If you're like me hip hop is in your body Who am I? THE MC! When the jam is slow and you need a proceeder Who am I? THE MC! When you need a
again never doubt fate Heavens gate opens up when she?s irate. (Repeat) I sit back and relax Wondering how great of a poet I?ve become When each girl