hey yo.. im sick an tired of this chiita chatter the jibber jabber,unnecessary shit being spiitin,that doesnt dont matter its lyrically the sound of some shit that sounds scattered,deep freid n batterd the habbit of a crack addict tryna binje from a dirty syringe only make a niigger cringe bodies pulled from dumpester binz committing sim so why try too fight this murdering mcs i doit humble n righteous ready for war line em up an watchem all fold like a novelty story its already been told selling your soul but the devil refused well if your init too win it then its impossible too lose, tryna... climb your way thru the ranks in this rap ladder getting knocked the fuck back wen reconisin my flows badder with out a beat we can rock it like alcapella seperate the streets then congragate like nelson mandell stay hiddin like mr micheal rockerfella get eaten an chopped beaten an dropped on chopper perpellees in a world were people be getting jalous living the lixury lavish life inside a gold palace god dam materialistic shit dont matter 2me i have em out in the cold serve an treat em like crack pheins comparing real shit to graduated amatuer wanabe Gs in aplace were bullets go flying an bats swing.. surrounded by lions is the survival of a king