Get jiggy with the beat. got to twist and turn it like am ashing a spliff. got to turn it like a vynel on a turn table. Am in the studio brain storming with no head phones. got the frequency jumping up and down like am scratching on the turn table back and forth. this is a raw verse. burning it down slow like its rolled in raw. the game is chess so am rewritting the plot. you snooze you loose. these grimmey niggas wanna eat my food. am calling check mates. got these niggas waiting on my last minute move. always got multiple moves. trust no man. its a dark world. call it cold world. am on a righteous path climbing the ladder to heaven. the watchers are looking for the one. the one whose prayers can reach heaven. Who can call on the one above. When its time to die , thats when niggas cry on God. Every day am on the range busting shots. Hoping one day my soul make it through the sun. Am heading for the central sun. Ready to turn on the turbos. time to vanish and disappear like John the baptist or Jesus Christ.