Heated explosion in your face like the ocean those have been chosen with frozen emotion burning your wad like a molten potion. drinking getting drunk on your block you hear a knock and then motion your homie to get the door who is it for, yo man it's Jesus he liked that last batch of rock he wants you to cook him some more. so I'm making rocks move like the San Andreas, it's not an honest living but someone gotta pay us. until this album hits the streets and I become famous. coke turns to cake with the soda and patience. criminal minds think alike and keep making rhymes interlink with lyrics from spirits who shrink to the mic