Watch a brother get superfly, with the spooky eyes,
Why lie, i magnetized a girls thighs, bring her to the sunrise,
Thats the dickin', picking out the baddest thickens,
Missed the religions, not a catholic or a christian, listen,
I'm on ya system, cant disturb this groove,
Everyday i show and prove, lyrical skills is a must as i consume,
The melody, causin' euphoric pedigrees,
Heard on every,
Radio stations, scared to play me, as i lay the symphony,
Cadillac music slow riddin, to the ocean of funk, its hard to loose it,
Cruise it, so slow bang nothing but that ******* up instrumental,
Just letting you know, as i go release tension like tha blast of a 4-4,
In a ***, but i dont plant the seed, cuz i dont want it to grow,
Oh no, let me show, ya how to go, scales  drawn from the mental,
Univsersal, i cursed those who to diss my flow,
Chillin' astronomical, boostin' my chemical,
Atoms i split in half, applied the math, before the aftermath,
Break through the firmament, represent the realist, of the establishment,
God cursed me,
Skin blacker than Hershey, but at same time blessed with Hennessy,
Ebony thoughts, now im set trippin, chrome dippin',
Caddy tippin, vogues is pokin' elbows swangin' low,
Like im the chariot, used to live at the Marriot, now they servin' us,
Cuz the see money stackin' in plus,
I cant forget, about the surplus,
Artillery shells welcomes ya Hell,
And I can tell,
They aint ready to get down, rep the mic like im Jame Brown,
Holdin' ground, ceased enemies all around,
Its a bird its a plane, naw its the Dogg Pound,

Focused on the times to be, where everyone is treated as an enemy,
Friends is now foes, gotta watch where i goes,
Never know whos aimmin', the four fours at ya mind or clothes,
Slow blow smoke out of my nose,
Keep ten toes,
In the game **** shame, i see adversaries plottin' the frame,
But I sense the aim,
Gotta snipers mentality, been through many battles see, its a like a vision of prophecy,
Know how i am, and who i be,
Descendant of Christ,
Ain't nothing nice, threw me in the lions den six days of mad living,
The hunger was giving', but god didnt let the harm close in,
The devils stay plottin, along with his demons, but
The angels aint leavin', because of my strong believin',
Ties to theivin', late night some of my folks got swept by the tail swipe,
Dragons roamin' still through the realm,
Couldn't catch it on film,

Still rockin' the Fila, thinking about De La,
Soul drinks covering over my soul,
Let the spirits unfold,
We got many to chose from,
To get ya body and mind succumbed,
Dont just followed the beats of the drum,
But these somethin' to mellow ya tums tums,
Pitch no dollars to bums, im itchin' for the ***, tryna play nice and avoid
The redrum,
Since the days of ****** Mo, yo you know i got the blunts in store,
Honey crisp white owl, makin' me take a vow,
My vision blurry, am i hearing me, or is the Lord speaking to me,
Consciously,
But clearly i cant see, triple visions around me,
Money attracted me mad honeys, now im lookin' at the,
Atrocity attached to the famous life of a celebrity,

Yo clear out the airways, Wu stingin' ya ears for days,
Teams we dissaray, no delay, bodies made to decay,
From the beginning, I stay winnin', but leeched to the sinnin',
To many hopes gived in,
While im tryna void the prison, released my seed, now im imprisoned,
Rebirth myself, back into bad health,
Now I gotta reteach, myself,
Addicted to the pen, inks my habit,
Lucked out charmed but no rabbits,
Stuck to bad habits, linked with the Abbot,
Aka Digital, blast on ya stereo,
******* mic flow,
Soul blacker than cocoa, smooth as Nat Cole, ya know the cycle,
We shoot rhymes like a rifle, super technical,
My aims unethical,
lethal as Gibson, peeps these bars son,
Thats mad arson, en fuego flow, that spreads over the forrest,
A bull like Horace, **** with chicks who birthed by a Taurus,
They cant ignore us, radio stations gotta jam us,
One O seven point five, see the swarm of bees, without the hive,
We comin' live, earth wind and fire, with the keys of life i desire,
Through the wire, try to test your luck, you'll get ya life expired,

Everyone throw ya hands up,
Like when it's a stick up,
Beats I never hiccup, Hennessy polished, plus a blunt of ashes, in the cup,
Some of my homies corrupt,
As Kurupt, we gets wicked, after duties of a meal ticket,
I stick it, into ya habits, ***** I grabbed it, Mr president elect,
Cold when I select, beats made for ya mind to inject,
I infect, the rhymes til it becomes plague, so much vague,
True renegade, cut from the blades, of the Wu iron maid,
From htown where we wear, loc'd out shades, radio station parade,
Beats to rhymes serenade,
Ya mind every hour, I power, in ya system shots so cold, it's hard to miss em,
Don't try to diss em,
Otherwise deal with the snakes that's venom,
Once I'm in 'em, poisoned the atmosphere, with no fear,
Voice is like trumpet, hard to triumph it, fools must be like Kermit,
Tryna leap, I blast at sheeps, who don't peep,
My CD stay in 5D, vocals performed wisely,
Bumped the Mercedes, for the Denali, adding another talley,
Head ***** of the state, wait it's hard to annihilate,
Vinyls from the crate, critics throw hate, but I just patiently wait,
For the perfect timin', to them bobbin their heads to my rhymin',
I genuflect like Ghandi sits, true wu bamino, since I toddler sew,
My genes close together, like seasonal weather,
Sometimes we fall, but the mission is to ball,
All out and all for all,
Brand with the Nubian, princess I suggest,
Little Corvette, flossed down in my Mitchell and Ness,
Time travel back '05, when I used to rock it live, no wack beats or jive,
New honey is being form, check out the swarm,
It's bees storming from the hives,

Yo inked up with multiple tats, cursed and blessed, since my skin is black,
Yo whats the reps on that, ghetto aristocrat, wise men dont need gats,
We sit like rat packs, Ocean's Eleven,
Get girls movin' to Tevin,
Poisonous as Mike Biven, see how im just livin',
My life, tryna void the strife,
Definition of a five letter word, so no need for throwing up the bird,
They must be absurd, herd the word,
I just sit back and rate from the curb,
Moved from the ghetto to the burbs,
Now the burbs, back up in the ghetto,
Just another day modern
slay Pharaoh,
Hawks to Eagles, comin' paralegal, i keep weapons illegal like Siegel,
Feel me flow, rise ya soul like a fresh prints of the snow,
Waiting for the nose blow, dilate ya opticals,
So tropical,
I can gets wicked, like Pickett Jada yall finna catch the fader,
Mj style, go beyond the wild, either clean or foul,
So take a bow, to the crowds, i speak actions then critics are wowed,
Foes to friends, quick to jump loud,
Hate me only to better me, black man still fighting for his freedom see,