brother - my mind hovers above all you jive suckers wishin, that's word to my mother You throw a shot at me, I'm throwin a shot back Yours is on a joint
skills derived from my lyrical traits I pack the formula to styles like a chemist Balancing the chemicals and imbreed pecimisst My appearal, black hat, black shirt Getting more pussy
Call me a real ass, dog ass, dick servin' nigga I don't give a fuck about a ho, 'cause da bitch ain't shit A ho 'gon be a ho, a bitch 'gon be a bitch
your car with a spike Trained by an insane ex marine CIA trained a renegade assassin android Passport pilot to black helicopter choppers over Bosnia Sniffing so much coke nose is
sold Africans to Saxons and forced black men to pay taxes Attack a wack bitch with counter tactics Split your bullet proof chases in half with a rapid
See let a nigga come through with that bullshit Anytime you pop that shit nigga I'ma tell you, you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy I know, it'll
in a can Gettin' a house for two grand, now you got your own land Let your mind expand, everyday have a plan Ro-Gram is rare earth, swingin' Black Tarzan
more beef than a islamic farm So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs It's not a nigga in your gang want it My ak slay gays, spray
got more beef than a Islamic farm So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs It's not a nigga in your gang want it My AK slay gays, spray
't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct
See let a nigga come through with that bullshit Anytime you pop that shit nigga I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy I know, it'll
bits 'n' kibbles I kick ass more than a little, my rhyme riddle Your mind's a dead vegetable when I hit you Doin' like I should do, bringin' Noyz to my
chill I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my own appeal How does it feel - when a monkey is your ill in a J-A-I-L? I have no time to make bail Saw someone
Who is it? The black nigga from the Compton Fuckin' wit dat nigga banks in the old town Bitches be on my nutts 'cuz I keeps the pen hot You shoot em up
that went AWOL He sold black market organs at the CIA store They introduced me to they bro Moses Pulled out an eightball of that Grade-A shit, and froze
in a can Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own land Let your mind expand, everyday have a plan Ro-gram is rare earth, swingin black tarzan
somebody just to keep it Ain't no secret how the West coast do it Stick a fork in it, nigga, done deal disputed Holdin' two black aces for the smilin' faces It's a
whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdos. You's a airhead bitch... scarecrow. Ha, ain't nothing old 'bout my money bitch. (Ha ha) This is grown liquid
