[00:00.748]Yo, niggaz don't want none of this
[00:03.764]Niggaz know they can't fuck with this
[00:06.628]Turn this shit up just a little more
[00:09.244]I walk the night in rhymin armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat
[00:16.123]Have him on death row searchin for an Interscope
[00:18.627]Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara
[00:21.131]Symbolize dope, like sirens do terror
[00:23.668]Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated
[00:26.555]Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it
[00:29.231]Players is gettin' traded
[00:30.579]I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded
[00:33.363]My juice is grated
[00:34.555]Shit is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related
[00:36.875]On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision
[00:40.235]Crews is gettin split like decisions
[00:42.331]Com will let it ride in collision
[00:44.131]Vision like colleco or tele, I battle stars in Stellar
[00:47.387]Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring
[00:49.971]Now, it's teethin'
[00:50.813]My reason of rhyme applies to season and time
[00:53.083]Season of mind , body and regions divine
[00:55.027]In Mom's cookouts, i'm leavin the swine
[00:57.404]Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube
[00:59.766]Came in this rap life nude
[01:01.195]Now I'm fully clothed with flows
[01:03.011]You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes
[01:05.763]Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos
[01:09.011]With classic material, imperial and rugged like
[01:11.819]Got mag, but my slugs a mic
[01:14.139]You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight
[01:16.595]Skip ladies, this is rip a muthafucka night
[01:19.203]Oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover right
[01:21.797]Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
[01:24.475]I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of old style
[01:27.771]Hold a stone isle profile
[01:29.706]Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when i go wild
[01:32.162]Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin
[01:34.754]Hummin comin towards you with power like forest do
[01:37.523]Hip hop, you my bitch and like a ford, I'm explorin you
[01:40.067]So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial
[01:42.626]Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature
[01:45.211]Like golf. soft like Tiger Woods
[01:47.191]And real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric
[01:50.434]Don't need to rob banks with broads to set it
[01:53.060]I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist
[01:56.178]Rhyme wise, you a rest haven
[01:57.891]You sat by the door spooked like i was wes craven
[02:00.634]You need to do more deletin and less savin
[02:02.818]A praise in hell, raisin heaven
[02:04.898]Like the bill on my pager leavens
[02:06.522]What you should have known from day one
[02:08.330]You will on day seven
[02:09.511]Hungry hip hop junkie in the city
[02:14.210]Hungry hip hop junkie in the city
[02:19.453]Hungry hip hop junkie in the city