Yo clear out the airways, Wu stingin' ya ears for days,
Teams we dissaray, no delay, bodies made to decay,
From the beginning, I stay winnin', but leeched to the sinnin',
To many hopes gived in,
While im tryna void the prison, released my seed, now im imprisoned,
Rebirth myself, back into bad health,
Now I gotta reteach, myself,
Addicted to the pen, inks my habit,
Lucked out charmed but no rabbits,
Stuck to bad habits, linked with the Abbot,
Aka Digital, blast on ya stereo,
******* mic flow,
Soul blacker than cocoa, smooth as Nat Cole, ya know the cycle,
We shoot rhymes like a rifle, super technical,
My aims unethical,
lethal as Gibson, peeps these bars son,
Thats mad arson, en fuego flow, that spreads over the forrest,
A bull like Horace, **** with chicks who birthed by a Taurus,
They cant ignore us, radio stations gotta jam us,
One O seven point five, see the swarm of bees, without the hive,
We comin' live, earth wind and fire, with the keys of life i desire,
Through the wire, try to test your luck, you'll get ya life expired,