Once upon a time, it was back to the muggy roots, Runnin round the city in southern Jacksonvoots, Ville, this beat I'm going to kill, Gimme 2 weed pill, and pastrami from the hill, shire farms, I'm questing to the charms, Using my two arms, I'm picking up the palms, Deliver justice to my qualms, by delivery of verbal bombs, Masquarade, I hope this aint my last cherade, Tailor made, I have a plan that I obeyed, in my trade, It pays well to pack a blade, Throat grenade, tossing words that leave you sprayed, so what's my grade, Did I leave you all amazed, my eyes are raised, Is my vibe the sound you craved, Eyes are glazed, you can tell that I am blazed, From the grave, Cook you; in the; microwave, I'm the type you can't enslave, He Forgave, For My Soul Remains; In A Cage, Human Flesh, Forbidden Fruit, I should not test, I Wish For More, Out this life, I wish for, Health and Wealth, I wish to afford a belt, And a meal My body felt, Plushy bed to lay my head, Soap for times I make her wet the bed, with my head, play no games, She aint hangin with the lames, She stay cool around my flames, She on to non stop trains,