was as curious as his narrative.
The tale of his life is the tale
of a writer of incredible ambition,
an astute analyst and pundit,
a lyricist com passionate and callous,
and disaffected and malcontent.
I spit that Wonderama shit
Caught up in the finest shit
Get that type of media coverage
That blow your brain Kurt Cobain
Who gon' bring the game back?
Who gon' spit that rainbow
that five finger ring rap
Runnin' with my same pack
Where the lepers and the lames at
One world can land you in jail
in' kisses in the rice rain
Nice whip, nice chain, a closet of skulls
For stenches like slave blood
Nigga die, nigga get high
where they at, where they at?
Valley animals and rungbees
I paved ways like Nat and Harriet
I'll blast on Judas Iscariot
and peel off in a chariot
I'm sittin' pretty, spittin' flames,
Ain't a damn thing changed
My young lad, do you ask a dolphin
Or an eagle how it flies? No
Cause that's what they were made to do
You are about to bear witness, my friends
Behold! A confectionary for humans
Blow a chunk of the levy out
A 2 ,000 government check from Fein
I swam down Schitt's Creek
I'm splittin' atoms, spittin' flames,
Things will never be the same
I got the rap game, singin' that last like Etta James
Lames get they planes shot down like John McCain
It's a dream, it's a dream
A lot of kings sing death
Crack they 24 -inch rims in the ravine
this is JLF live from New Orleans
with which we have all been bestowed.
It was in this search that I
to guide mil lions of people