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,