Yo , I let the spirits come gather round me, let the words invoke thee,
None could hold me, show me, how to flex a beat properly, got ya looking at me,
I'm nasty nas, times three or maybe Jay-z, infused with Pac and Biggie,
Or better yet Scarface Bushwick to Willie Dee, I dont care what they say about me,
Down right cocky, cant block me, slamming suckas like Anfernee, Hardaway
Girls love it the hard way, what I say, one love to the tre, still ******* girls entree,
Oh wait, lord forgive me for that say, everynight a killers on his Qs and pray,
The next soul left astray, dont even know they last day, first 48 on the air waves,
These days, to many critics crave, I bring the heat like Dave, Chappelle
Cast a spell, born in hell from the flesh cracked out of my shell,
Mama tried to learn me well, but my heart's too cold, been turned stale,
Too many fakes, too many jakes, from snakes, funerals and wakes,
Celebration of life, with no cakes, only realist figure is deaths picture,
Snap shot ya life, is on a poster memory of ya missing, in a cellular holster,
Folks really only love you, when you gone, but when they here, they love was gone
Seem rights, loves to find wrong, sound the gong, it's just another sad song,