120,GLoCC On Da DoT

12 o'clock on the dot imma call a shot, I'm a polynesian poet plus a playa planning a plot...a scheme, fuck living on that triple-beam, gotdamn dope fiends feening can kill a niggaz dreams, it seems, i have the mind designed to go behind the scenes, kinda like my man Malcolm X, by any means... necessary, pandemic times getting very, very, scary. It's Strawberry, Strawberry the neighborhood ho, quick to give a trick a blow, if he just give her the dough...flour, water & bread, now she giving me head, I gotta press rewind or I might wind up dead. It's that H-A-M-O still spitting & making them demo's, fuck them ho's in expensive clothes rollin up in them limo's. It's simple, I pop all of my foes like pimples, put a bullet in their temple when I flow on these instrumentals. MrNickster hit ya quicker than a triple shot of liquor, samoan to the bone star of my own major motion picture. How you figure that you's a nigga that be better than me, when I was rhymin & freestyling back in 1993. I'm just trying to find the key, to this music industry, when these devils decide to stop fuccin around with me.Take a look and you'll see, I got skills but no tools G, so I spit the shit I spit so foolishly. From the old school so no rules can over-rule me, I'm the captain of my own ship, I answer only to me. Ya don't really know me, homey, you just a kid, if you did than maybe you'd show me...the respect I deserve but you bitchez get on my nerves. Yea you a bitch all you need is long hair & some curves. NeXoKiNs at your service you scary niggas getting nervous, you remind of this chump i used to punk named Kevin Purvis.