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