every bliding heart has a place to bit, a place to feel, a place to keep, ohh ghana spoiled but we have a place to eat, tell me if you sent me out of this world what will be your intake in my property, is it the hustling shoe, or the hustling dress, i here sey neggers dey feel your nhash, but am gonna fuck your pussy real neggers from the top, you can't beat me, i mean something am not just talking for nothing, i don't heat they don't call me, yeah am from the 6300 street, NYC my life owes me like an overdose, i'm slowly/drifting into the arms of trouble, then trouble holds me, cause i'm fucking confused /are you one for always busting your tool, with nothing to lose/something to prove to homies up in your crew? start from zero now we hitting on the top, you pray for My Downfall you naa you fall, sekorf i no get kuddy so even if i hallar you no dey mind me it's becomes clear that no one in the ring is safe, when the king throws a punch, i might sell a brick on my birthday, thirsty six years of doing dirt like it's Earth day, does he write his own rhymes? well sort of, i think 'em/that mean, i fogot better shit than you ever thought of. bury me at the beach, if the sea is out of reach, cause when I speak what's fluid, becomes concrete before i buck lead and make a lot of bloodshed, /turn your tux red, i'm far from broke, got enough bread/ and mad girls, ask beavis, i got nuttin but head. devil seff hear My rap dey run, mic seff see me dey shake,