good shit in your ear, now let me blow ya mind They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy Shank up, haters wanna come after me You ain't a gangster
Fordítás: Various Artists. Let Me Blow Ya Mind.
a natural disaster, As I crack ya, ass like cheap blastas, Rhyme mic bash ya, while my tongue lash ya, With the rhyme rules I crash ya, leave ya like
traps fliers and blow up the spot, and Organize on that ass, I'm hot black, with no sugar straight coffee You stalk me, because your girl wanna hawk me Jock me clock me watch me
to come spit [Breez Evahflowin] Partna, This ain't my posse, Still I'm known to carry a scroll Like Samuel Jackson in various roles Accomplished, artist with intuitive mind
