My raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond
get my war on I reflect on the days when I played Rahway gettin my score on And came back to the hood with my forearms Go get more mans, I got floor plans
night Look up into the sky, into the big, immense sky And think to yourself, "Thats a big sky, like an inkwell." In a city that's been waiting the blow
cause pneumonic depressions Jump inside ? of bubonic infections Liek poision commuion wine People can't stomache my blessings In a battle session I can blow
to smoke some blunt? "Yessir, we came to smoke some blunts wit you baby." Smoke, Smoke Fest time [Big Boi] Yeah yeah yeah I was lookin to get my skull blowed
fight, in New Brighton A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest The energy compacted deep within, my inner chest One touch of my eagle
smoke Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke Face the inferno, maestro, pull it Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet Never, sold my soul
bitch violent sprays, leave my opponents in states of silent praise trapped inside the tyrants maze, fire will fry ya' in my iron cage my violent lions
is black roses, drug dealer poses shoveling that devil?s angel up they noses never let jail turn my shine into Moses couldn?t cleanse my soul with them
Masta Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer [U-God] Psssh, yo Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk Anger rap book causin chess blade smoke
mortal You darkeneth my counsel without an ounce of knowledge The Bible is the food for your soul not your collards I'm triune in my Person and my tactics One in my
the soul Harness trapped in my conscious no parole No control over the soul Inward fight to fight for control of my soul [Chorus x4]
wrong turn in the wicked land [Verse 2:] When the walk rose, more soul gets foreclose Cats are hard nose; get us they arm like torso Cars blow, up in
knuckle fight, in New Brighton A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest The energy compacted deep within, my inner chest One touch of my