whachu on ye i milly rock shimmy down this block i got dopelines drug dealers know cocaine flow hard as rock they know me when i touch the block ice on me ye it touch the spot guns gang bang and pop play you for a fool in this vessel i came up from the hardknocks not too many make it with out a little dirt ye the streets will kill ya death will flirt dancing with the devil not too many hot when you a rebel without a cause someone who was lost it comes with a cost diamonds dance stars in your eyes make the life looked disguised paid my price now this life demised they dispised me pissed off couldn't keep it even if its turned on ye i sing a song from the hood that many men wished prospered imma knock ya even if you aint a witness i could really murk this it irks me but your murder just a causality if not done actually then its done after me first in line so i guess im passing up spit hard flows the wells run up i aint looking up to clowns cause its looked down upon i aint tripping cause i can walk it out i aint slipping cause i can hawk it out im as fly as i ever been planes couldn't land me punchlines couldn't get me haters couldn't stand me i show up and then i show out guess im showing off but let me show you how its done im really the one like the son of chirst i am the after life came up like Lazarus a zombie they resurrect me im like the walking dead in mind all in my head sleeping these dreams to bed