bounce like pong hit the gong and sound the alarm this is the song of a young Italian don btw weather right or wrong my sky is gray thats why i hit the bong all day as I may along my way no matter the time or the day divine design I'd say behind my play wit 9 or ak every kind of J fuck the swine ok i dont play my Aka Corbee kay to God I pray to guide me everyday as I go is my heart pure to my self I say then i sway thru E. Rockaway where i use 2 stay now a pro where the rockets play yes or no i try to persuade test my flow which way do I go from the start ensure me so I know which way the wind blows as I depart through the window fast or slow flesh rots in the dark i glow spit hot then it shows you deny me 3 times b4 the cock crows struck down like Job on the cross crown of thorns purple robe like a boss king of the Jews ofcourse who? now my story told across the globe still lost even when the clock struck 3 ya see i never fold. I was only 33 years old. Farther you forsaken me why is this world so cold not even worth ya weight gold became the sacrafishal lamb for every gram I sold yet i never rolled here's a toast to the father son the holly ghost for those spun who don't run from wars or when laws come flipping tons doing the most so hears toast to the father son and the holy ghost to all my duns wit no one when they overdosed ball till we fall one for all and all for one RIP B.I.G. Ez E and big pun