Aiyo who said ****** from Houston can't write rhymes im here to define
Playback the timeline time to set the design
We cut from the same cloth feelin' like Roth
Trillion dollar child master the art of the wild
**** a smile add another body to the pile
Emcees get gassed up while my mask up
See us pullin' up blastin' from old dodge trucks
No lucks
You sittin' home alone waiting by the phone
For ya girl to come but she too busy gettin' ***** by the ******* in a zone
I trapped the spot light with no spot light
At the height of a plight so dont fight
The feelin' the raps forte suckas going down like mayday mayday
Say say see them words stutter
The immaculate brother smooth as any other
Steppin' to the mic check my philosophy
Raps apart of me says who says we
I'm speakin' trinity to the infinite
And beyond I'm buzzin' with my blood cousins
Fakers say we wasn't rockin' the crowds
But I showed 'em how I keep 'em rowed
Up so suckas steppin' better throw in the towel



Hell yeah we jammin' Beethoven
With a dinner in the oven much lovin'
Goes to the instrumental now ya corticals
Gone bounce to this holding blunts to this
My styles too crisp to diss so step to this
If ya wanna put this gat to ya back becomin' a gonna
A new foreigner after life wonderer
Tell me why we way under the depths of hell
Can't see heaven even if It was in front of me
I live pain free comfortably no enemies
In plain sight o wait theres goes another fight
Thats just my brain discussin' writes
Over my left and rights ignite under the lights
Boxin' blow to blow twelve rounds to go
And its still an unannaoymous score so I stay *******
To the fans who demand more sore
The haters even more cash galore
From ceiling to floor I'm feelin' more
Of myself cant tell me nothing
Im livin' the life of dead man's broken dream
Only techs on my teams plot through schemes
Turn this ***** into black Halloween
See it's the day of the dead coming back to dread
The lost souls dark as ol' rock n roll pro
With the mic skills for show any beats a go
No yellows or red signs just catch the rewind
While the world declines I try to incline
Nothing but positivity ropes so hold the line
But be weary of the burn on the same line
Don't be a victim to slippin' set trippin'
Soon to hear his heartbeat skippin'
From the ****** bullets that slam harder than Scottie Pippen