Yeah, yeah, and yo, Black, it's time.
Yeah, straight out the fuckin'
I don't know how to start this.
Rappers are monkey flippin'
with the funky rhythm, I be kickin'.
Musician, inflicted composition,
a pain I'm like Scarface,
sniffing cocaine, holding an M16
See with the pen, I'm extreme, now,
bullet holes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up with street clothes,
hammy and nine -and -out defeat foes
with or without the airplane
sitting bent up in the stairway
trying to sell some broken amps
Reminiscin' about the last time
Niggas be runnin' through the
Time to start the revolution,
catch a body hand for Houston
Once they caught us off guard,
the Mac -10 was in the grassin'
I ran like a cheetah with points,
Picked the Mac up, told brothers back up
The Mac spit, Lev was hittin' niggas,
one ran, I made a backflip
Heard a few chicks scream,
Couldn't look, gave another squeeze,
Yo, my shit is stuck, tried to cock it
It wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
So now I'm jettin' to the building lobby
And it was full of children,
probably couldn't see as high as I be
It's like the game ain't the same
bringin' fame to they name
crews without guns upon us
And broad daylight, stick up kids,
Four fives and gauges, max effects
Statchin' your backs in black
You was a snitch on the block,
So hold your stats till the coke price drop
who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good she'll bring
But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation
It drops deep as it does in my breath
cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence
Life is defined, I think I'm primed
When I'm in a New York state of mind
We havin' dreams that I'm a gangster,
drinkin' Moet's, holdin' texts
Makin' sure the cash came correct,
sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks
Winnin' gunfights with megacops,
Walkin' with his finger on the trigger
until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother
made for you to start testin'
Give me a Smith & Wesson,
I'll have niggas undressin'
And the PJs, my blend tape plays,
each block is like a maze
Full of black rats trapped,
From what I hear in all the stories
when my peoples come back
Black, I'm livin' where the
The fiends fight to get crack, I just met
With drug strips on, all the legal luxury
Life rings flooded with stones,
homes I got so many rhymes
I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to hell, but I must maintain
Cops could just ar rest me, blaming us
It's only right that I was born
And the stuff that I write
is even tougher than dice
I'm taking rappers to a new plateau
Through rap slow, my rhymin' is a vitamin
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
full of villains and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle,
had to scuffle with freaks
I'm an addict for sneakers,
In the streets I could greet ya,
like the words in my breath
cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzled as I backtrack
Reglass, you messed with Reglass
