No time to get all excited, just write it
From the inside let the pen slide,
come understand this (what?)
Paint the canvas, givin' you my vision
Get a picture of the scene,
Pain trapped inside of me,
Cabrini to Ida B., don't lie to me
You want me in your needle
Beat digger, not a nigga or
'fore they come into your head
From the word, I speak, unique,
soaring to a new height of flight
With a light to gain sight make
your competition say AIGHT
No I.D. from the city with a
Makin all butt crews disperse
I want you to see me when you do
I dilate pupils that's cornea
My Book of Life you felt it,
When I'm bubbly I call the ex ta,
I'm advanced like a copy studs
Cheap as s niggas! Go and purchase it
I ain't do all this work for shit
My style's my child I gave birth to it
Like an immaculate conception,
Went through label pains,
didn't give shorty a name
I put, bros before hoes that's
the way love and life goes
It's a Jungle out there but I'm never
Fever- in for them white hoes
you sisters better realize
The real hair and real eyes get real guys
So be fore you makeup your face,
you better make up your mind
I hope you wake up in time for the revolution,
"I can't believe it! I got shot!"
Bo so I lick one, not for Riddick
But I got the Rid, for my dick
And the crab MCs that be all over it
Huh, what good is the Rid
I'm the street pick peace to Nick,
I remember me and Dion tried
Now them same gumps be askin'
I be like, "Y ou don't know me, fool"
cause he ain't in my circle
Now I'm talkin square biz