Represent that *****, ya know what I'm about to,
Break it down, sounds of htown, don't need to wear a crown,
To show my loyalty around, underground been linked with the dog pound,
Make hoes strip dine,
Tippy toes, that how it goes, on ya mental I rolls like snow,
Down a hill, no longer chased the thrill, bringing back that fire will,
Yo ***** chill, cuz the microphone I will ****, attire worn ghost appeal,
Angels amongst a demon, scheming, cash of creaming, haters beaming,
On my light, but I still shine bright, amongst the darkness railing the night,
Through the skyline, naw I ain't gone never decline, press play then rewind,
That boy Yosef, be flipping that iron, like mike hit chicks right,
That blow like dynamite, up off site, I'm extraterrestrial, linked with my ancestral,
In the celestial,
They gave me the signal, signs for my mind, to incline, as I pine,
On Swishers, hail Mary yeah I kiss her, now I no Ionger miss her,
Cuz I married her biggest sister, that cane mayne she's insane,
Seven years, I shedded many tears, for my folks who no longer here,
Pour up two shots and a beer, yo doom is near, sitting by the pier,
Or better yet, the dock of the bay, listen to what that boy Otis say,
Nah I don't play, check the lyrics that display, on ya memory,
Like the Isley, drifting smooth shifting see how many heads get the lifting,
Sipping lipton, on the mics I'm crippin, none coming out strong, all day long,
I rap til the break of dawn, let's get it on, this is for the real rapper dons,
Sitting in prison, I was made to be a con, in this crippled kingdome,
Earth aint my home, I keep books to my dome, so I can deeply zone,
Out the world around me, I keep busy with a bee, sticking honeys,
Can you see me, believe in me, in the same timeline, of Christ's family,
All guns summoned at me, but I'm break for the highest divinity,
Sirens calmed, approach feminity, but they can't **** me, only heal me,
Angelic realms, comfort me, I sleep in the seas, enjoyin' the breeze,
Never followed, the commandments of the humans Creed, I breed,
Like MC smooth black, and lovely, let the spirits of the lost cover me,
Wisdom of power, death to punks, and my armory, stay equipped and ready,
Been dealing with war, since I entered the battlefield, holding my shield,
Ready to strike a deal, pains too deep too heal, can you feel?
The scents of death, in every form of breath, so I watch, where I place my steps,
I know homies who chase reps, I rather sit back and watch em prep,
They own death traps, I lay raw raps, to my **** I make ya hands clap,
That's the effects, I wreck mics with no tape rejects, I gets mad respect,
Eight tracks and all that, I only work with the numbers, of three six to nine,
Mathematics yo, it's all be design, genius in the making, I get to baking,
Critics and haters, come with the baddest vibrations, I change the station,
Tune em out, what the **** is everybody mad about, I leave em out,
Up to good, take a trip down memory lane, when I fire up the wood,
Making classics like the seventies magic, so many hits that blitz,
And I still remember this, grandpa told me, to aim steady and never miss,
Close in on my target, with no regrets, keep a cigar lit, victories counting,
On the edge of a mountain, I retained a fountain, of youth, truths
I only boost, those who play foes, quick to make chickens, coming home to roost,
