Yo, Vietnam, the world is on our backs
This thing is bigger than the both
Yo, requirements for a proper
Keep to yourself, speak in low frequency
I know y 'all haven't seen me
and droppin' by frequently
but in front of the jury I deny it
my shit is so foul they blowin' whistles
it's grounds for dismissal
Nerd wrecker, it's murder
when your weapons inspect us
Bombshells will poke at you
how I leave you lost and sad
Raisin' flags, throwin' wrappers
I grew up an d always had
No apartheid, spread love across tides
My union needs a place to learn at
So we can leave and never turn back
So we can find time to burn at
If you with me, throw your Timbs up
You having hard times, I send luck
Pull you out the gutter if you been stuck
Ain't no telling where we'll end up
I heard that! and stop me, I'm
iller than a black neo -nazi
With all the master plans and
all in my dick like paparazzi
remain underground like Shocky
Any state, city, area, code,
By giving exhibition ass -whippin',
Any nigga down in my circumference
in case you want some dumb shit
Too late, I done it, me against a hundred
Every trick you run with,
be gettin' butterflies in they stomach
My everyday normal, lost a foul,
Begin formal, and make a porno
We lose more emcees that way
They try and stick me like some hard time
I put in work, but they be part -time
Don't you want some down to earth rap?
My unit needs a place to learn at
So we can leave and never turn back
We can find time to burn that
If you with me, throw your Tim -Tac
I said luck, I heard that
Pull you out the gutter if
Ain't no tellin' where we'll end up,
The ill spectacle of scriptures
Shit changed since my dick name
went from shotgun to the rock
Now bitches pass it around like Stalker
I slaughter bodies of water, for what?
I intimidate the judge and the jurors,
Reciting poems, you don't like them,
All undisputed, stomp grounds
rumbles the core of the earth
I come with more of the worst
come from a far fuck bazaar
Filthy cups, cigars, and studios, I plug guitars
If I have to, build a bomb inside a capsule
Let the clock tick, all that's left is shrapnel
My unit needs a place to learn at
So we can leave and never turn back
We can find time to burn that
if you with me throw your Timbs up
I heard that, you having hard times I send luck
I heard that, who you out for gutter
I heard that, ain't no telling where we end up
I heard that I heard that,
Let me explain to him in simple arithmetic,
1, 2, 3, because you don't fucking get it
we get the record contract,
we come back and give you your fucking
Have you heard the tapes?
Have you even heard them?
We're guaranteed a record deal.
I got it, I got it, now I understand.