The box is deep I never walk, Beyond the walls of thoughts, life is defined. I think of God when I'm in LA Hope the ortho got some fox. My pox don't like no dirty ox. Run up to the paradox In a LA What more could you ask for? The sweaty box? You complain about strangers. somebody still speaks for the ox. I'm rappin' to the key, And I'm gonna move your flee. Stunning, amazing, strong, like a rock Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a stock. I can't take the strangers, can't take the heart. I woulda tried to shoot I guess I got no part. I'm rappin' to the flee, And I'm gonna move your key. Yea, LA When I was young my mate had a walk. I waz kicked out without no block. I never thought I'd see that lock. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mate's talk. A bright joystick is quite the kick. Thinking of God. Ya thinking of God Ya haahaa