Bringing back that real hip hop Killers need to stop and hop
Back on the train to beat street once I hear a beat I beat it in between the sheets like the isleys and ill be still talking ****
Til my pilots lit no gas put a a fire to ya empire feel my desire
Rick James in the game knockin down the baddest dames and despise lames who came
In the game all crazy half insane until they heard my name
From the crowds **** shrouds making mushroom clouds the potency
Is deadly classic as Quincy like my women Lewinsky freaks be pagin me worrying me sweating to a T but I remain a G in the industry
And the g is for gangsta Killin pranksters jaw rearranger never was a stranger
To the laws of philosophy no apology to dead enemies they gig was up
So all my real hip hoppers stand up in



Take a step back before ya skull get cracked flip like ******* jacks having a snack from the sneak of my gat body turning fat imagine that
Me a killer but the flows will heal ya at the same time I  genuflect through each and every line I'm outta time outta my mind once I get into grind
Mode from the goetias that told my melanin is enlighten mad hypin'" once I sneeze these verse begin to breathe til my flows intrigues
A flatline disease this ain't no tease or please
I'm tryna reach the status of the crown chakras flows that rock ya
Til ya head start to hurt from the words exert malicious as Bert Simpson got few mamis from the campus Clemson
Feel the tiger pride willing and ready to ride for a homicide got shot gun by my side
So if you an enemies be prepared to slide...