They want to see me under – water
Want to stop-our seeds from being lawyer and or doctors
They ra-cist… go ask Ba-rock – a – Michelle O-bama
Go ask the cat wit his palms pressed down
On the hood of da Ho-nda
Or the City Wide Cor-o-nor
Slab seen more black backs than
Summer sands in Pen-sa-cola Flo-rida
Jails cells and liquor stores
Bodegas on borough corners
If you don’t tell ya boys
The loud rounds will surely warn ‘em
Like horns before the car crashes - still blow-ing
Ya main dime, stay outta line – still hoeing
Mars land-in, smash in-to the planets – still glowing
Like mad comets knots landing robot scanning
Co-cocked cannons
Shan-non
Fell on her knees like – oh LOrd
Please don’t steal my fam-ly from me
My styles is three feet deep in the woods
Digging a plot to drop shot foes
Like Larry Johnson - on my Tu-Pac flow
We-dooo-block hoes, fast break on-em
Fill the wings drive to the hole like FIVE-OH
Now that’s Dunk AND Donut talk in the morning –
And we still talking bout HOES…
It’s harder count dimes than Oz
Harder to mount a war with that goop in ya nose
Sunday school clothes –be- out- the- clo-set too of-ten to fold…
Life is a circus I’m on my pe-de-stal bar-king for DOE
Validating parking for everybodddy I know
Come one come all to earth’s great-est show
They sacrificing babies – throw-in ‘em in the front ROWs
Tickets a little expensive, but worth every penny
Worth every minute
I’m nice with the script – I should work at a clinic
Sentences written in sand-script
Stanza should stand for something
Sat-urday nigga ain’t neva planned for Sun-day
So one day come and go like
Jail cells and liquor stores…
Bodegas on borough corners
If you don’t tell ya boys
The loud shells will surely warn ‘em (echo)













Suicide doors the district hotter than lava lamps
The cops scram, pro am rac-ing Jason caught a cramp
Jumping the fence behind Jamal Basement
The call say-ing armed and dangerous code language for
Shoot that nigga and make ‘em famous
Didn’t we-ALL have case-es, its crazy to think of
Some of the dumb shit we played-wit
High speed chases in stolen cars
The cities leaving them scars, still hard on a young girl
And worse in the world
Rather beatchu than educate you
They hate you, so I should hate you
Cover the face allah made-you
Pardon the shots – who would plot to save-you
Plot to save us
Those who say they are – Are not your neighbors
Too often they seeking profit
And our problems to them – are – not - ma-jor
1/tenth of the ten percent own everything but the-ayer
Revolver neva running for may-or
Rather they be running from the dragon’s layer
Whispering pray-ers