give me a second to get up on this beat and im gonnashow these mothafuckers how lean/what is it that i mean,/ fucking so called arists done fucked up the mainstream,/ but its time for me, to act drastically,im a bullet aimed with lasor beams/better know that shits aimed perfectly/aim so pure its its own melody/it should be a felony/flows leave u feeling meloncholy and so it seems my haters are illergic to me/i think its facinating that they spend so much time watching me / is it cause i spit like the breeze/to me its elementary schoolimg these mothafuckers in the legistics of poetry/so now u see/ you might notwant ato battle meit would end up a travest/ur a discrace failing tragically/ this game got me feeling basterdly/ cause i never had a father see/ someone dropped the ball when it came to meand sk it seemed/id be another legistic stream/but just cause if barriers i still dreambut more like reminisceing/casue i done lived lavishouslyfuvked the baddest bitches and dooler tipping/ had the checker at the store tripping /into my pockets im dipping tip and say not in one place all be spending/ but whk am i they kidding/ and u better not get to lipping cause then i might have to catch u slipping/ tied in the trunck of the whip come on fam, we dipping/ leave back home really tripping