The Gucci, Garbana, the New- E,
the Low, Evisus, designers
probably amongst pirahnas
I'm the urban version of that
there's nothing to mash your mind to
I'll leave half of y'all niggaz in trauma
cause I'd rather clam in vagina
Splash a few grands on some
Usually ponder when I puff
Somber, feeling like Don Cheetah
in crease when you cease your drama
It's deep, but you sleep when you feel
I formerly greet as a charmer
But beneath is more than mystique,
Came to conquer, no games
I came to regain my honor
No lames, it's the same as the
when I can outsell the bomber
he'll be out of jail by Kwanza
to the hills in Brownsville, I sponsors
I'm straight from the L.I. gates of Yonkers
Down to the Southern states to
the beams from the Sun reflect it
Numb before Bush Senior's
Eclectic, world respected,
like Brother Ube from Dure
But hey, what you expected,
So exit, or have it all in here