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,

Guillotine aqua-marine, the task is addictive as nicotine,
The microphone fiend, we used to chase after the leaves of the green,
Wither it smokes or the mulah
we call cream,
Just another soul shattering dreams,
American gangsta theme,
Still tryna build myself, since there's no I in team,
I learn to create my own thing,
Bit into the coin, now all come gather around and join,
Broke beyond the six figures mark,
Once trump took office, and cleared the benches at the park,
I light a spark, to anoint ya mental joints,
Keep my thoughts on point,
Black when i get the thinkin, let the rhyme sink in, entice those non-believin',
Im  theivin',
the lost souls led 'em into the valleys scrolls, down the brick roads,
It two ways to choose, wider the way or the narrower the views,
Skipped the news, they try to keep ya mind confused, I blew the fuse,
Holding the olives and the branches, to slimer my chances,
Only advances, more spiritual war, folks too deeply cut, to heal the sore,
The head honcho in charge, its the return of the geechee, like the ol' black sarg,
Tote the barge,
**** lifting that bail, i just sit back sip on a Canadian ginger ale,
Welcome to Hell, visions two point O, its no redemption to even the score,
Either ya rich or poor, since the first ******, its been a thirst for gore,
Like Al, be sure day and night I try to write,
Cant sleep at night,
cuz ya cells in an excite,

Welcome to the pillage in ya village,
I rap savage, like Ben smoke three packs plus a smudge of gin,
Witness the living, bump out the conniving, no time for jiving, only survivin,
Rivals to friends two timin',
Rhymin' is my staple, to the papers, ignored the vapors,
Put slashes to ya face like Vega,
Street fighter, raw writer, bullets connectin' like a typewriter,
Who's the rawest and hyper,
Pure columbian yey, rhymes bombay, make my day,
Clint Eastwood in the Fleetwood, made business man but i keep it hood,
Yo its all good,
Domino effect, inject the minds to hearts of infants,
Be all that i can be, eleventh member of Wu Bee,
Sniff fakes out ******, everyday new *******, smack the *****,
Yo its my duty,
Shafts in effects, make cold selects, from the beats that infect,
Ya mind hard to reject, puff slow on cigars I hit, i sit,
Like mobb boss, no coin toss, never see me shop at Ross,
Triples stacks got me a Mac, ten suckas gone with the wind,
I **** Scarletts turn em into harlot,
America the great, wait shes too late,
She been pregnant,
From all the ******* **** she ate,
Piles on the plate,I rock all states, like the D-E-A,
Move weight like Rickie Freeway, keep the gun play,
To a minimum, peep the conundrum, make ya girl,
Keep a mouth full of my *** um,
Something wicked, push meal tickets, ya albums pumpin' mad crickets,
No itch for the rhyme,
I sit back like time, waiting for the golden hour, to devour,
Clock King supreme, weighin' on ya noggin' broke dreams,
No time for shakin', calm my mind when the leaves gets the bakin',
Burn slow, smooths criminal walk like MJ, minus the glove,
Step to ya hometown guaranteed they'll show me love,