I get up in here and I flow first
Got six three five seven rounds but one will make your head burst
And what's worse — you're not even capable
If I run outta rounds I'll grab a tool box and staple ya
You're a base head, B, I'm a lyrical animal
Catch the lyrics out your throat then rip in like a cannibal
Yeah, I'm eating flesh raw, I'll throw up somethin to test y'all
Step up to this here rap battle
Or are you a snitch bitch a rat and a tattle
I'll never see eye / to eye / with a CI
A rat is a rodent is a cheese eating mammal
Recall when I was just a redneck gun thug in flannel
Round back in '99 when Purdue came out
with the O.G. O.C. blue 8 0 it was lights out
Run up behind a CVS, clip the phone lines flip the breaker
Run up inside with a flashlight a four five and take ya
pick of the pharmies that the store was holdin for ya
then shit was a joke flash your piece they was foldin to ya
Like you held a trump card that's made out of lead
Twenty thirty a job and that was mine till the Dead
Went back on the road in 0-4, I was graduatin college
But in my mind's eye all I saw was criminal knowledge
Less than a year later's when I bought my first gram
radio opaque vac packed from Rotterdam
And by then the west coast kids knew who I am
They said my shit wasn't shit and headiness flows east
Like the Good Book says, the greatest shall be least
Peace and love was the trope till I had to choke throats
Meanwhile my crew stayed smokin hard and bangin dope
Mini fourteen and a Mossberg in the tour truck undercarriage
Have your parents send a funeral wreath before flowers to your marriage
Message received, peace, West, East, we were relieved
And shit went well, so well that I laid low
Had enough stacks that I decided to go
Straight, further my education, but —
While on vacation still selling elation
By the gram pack print strip or single hit
Had kids on every level and my shit was always lit
While I chilled back stage or in a luxury hotel
No tents, beyond that, beyond meeting in motels
Beyond guns, beyond thuggin, beyond all that bullshit
It became abstract shit, became figures and profit
I graduated, passed boards, internship
And then don't you know / got dragged back by the bullshit
First the next group of stick up kids came and relieved me
Of so much cash and product,.numbers you wouldn't believe me
And then like plague behind war came L-E
Scooped up my L-Ts but somehow they left me
I thanked God I was free but was wholly alone
Just my straight job, some cash and a burner phone
So I moved down to the city, without a single friend
And that's where the next chapter"s set to begin
On the bus down state with all that belonged to me
Head full of acid and Dead, dreaming manic ontology
Got hooked up early, mad professor, creating in his lab
And hooked in early to the scene limos models ego trip shit's fly — fab
By then the first gen was already off of the net
Regards to the bees the clean the whole set
We was on some new shit now, drugs were obscurantic
But I was still running kids at shows for sick dough like frantic
Shout out to deemster teamsters, we delivered it east
And shout out to camp A, fast Eddie's a beast
It was prop nine time and mathematics was changin
Like factories going down we outsourced to the Asians
And one life to live free if you dig me but soon again knock, knock, knock, it's LE
Goon squad was back to snatch up my professor
He claimed what was his yeah, he was a confessor
But no snitch was he so so far it was safe for me
But thinking long term, I faced hard decisions
Even if a dozen kids still were making proportions
It was turn State's, go home, or become unfree
So I packed a bag and went home to this chick I'd known
Savvy, smart and like me with a business that's grown
But keeping up appearances was killing my profits
Stop, said the voice behind me head like deaths prophets
We had a few good runs, yeah, me and the new crew
But we ran with some foul motherfuckers who's violate you
it's been ten years now, I'm running and I will escape you
If it's stick up artists pigs or a task force
When I came to the lot I was idealistic
Thought I'd caught a scene I didn't have to use force
But it turns out I wasn't realistic
California, the Dutch, headier than thou
And wanna put up stops between you and the source
Well the money in that's all circumventing
And let me tell you my efforts were unrelenting
Attached again a sort of unwanted attention
Shorty had to chose between me and tradition
Me and my crew still remained with our mission
Making wads sittin on fold outs suckin nozz,
This is a shout out to J and my B B the bee,
Again like I said count it one two three
I'm still up in your lots there's no stopping me
and so word up to all y'all here's chapter the third
you claim old school you a faggot you a bird
and my works work in a different direction
K's a good gig no vet ket a new set hindu lab pre fab
but with most of my crew stuck in federal corrections
had to pick a new team, careful in my selections
only people like me, OK, even junkies that IV
but no blacks and no jews, still down with the AB
one two three, when I'm up in the lot there's no stopping me
and while on the surface it says light and love
I got the dark in my heart that you're nightmearin dreamin of
paisley mob by rights ought to exclude violence
but will still sneak up on you like the sound of silence
/// hello darkness my old friend
I've come to talk with you again /// [sung]
but if you come around bullshitin that'll be the end
yeah /// ride the snake, the ancient lake ///
got product got money? don't matter you fake
I'm after the latter silent like dark matter just for its own sake
love and light is a pretext, it's a marketing tool
if you buy into it hard you're another tie-die fool
you could be anyone just copy the style
soon enough you'll be set just cash and you'll dial
the number for the days you'll get your instruction
but don't think for a moment of exceeding your function
who's the man behind the curtain? no chapó here
but some tie died family thugs you still gotta fear
head of the west coast cult, a murder short of Chuck Manson,
living off the lot profits fucking whores in a McMansion
sippin coladas in a pool bitch you ain't shit you ain't cool bitch
you somewhere in Nor Cal, but fuck those paisley cock suckers
I'm coming from back east with some bad motherfuckers
I'll bring a righteous fire on you shit never even seen
When my anger boils over you're not another human being, I'm seeing
You weak, you ain't shit, your a step in a project, a reject,
I gotta get what's mine for it's my time to shine
The Paisley fucka can die slow, disintegration
We still here to there practice chemical creation
I got the E-T shipped from the S-E, the Asians
where the law's fast and loose, even nil on occasion
with the occidental money it's fast and efficient
the labs may be dirty but the chemists proficient
people I never met but just an email address
no mess, never confess, never depressed
when the money's flowing and I'm going
where hippie honeys are dancing fantastic
K'd out fished out on the side some are spastic
I could give a fuck, still profits, economically elastic
But still where we make dough, I'll be the man
And here's what custies don't just understand
It's easy to say it's not what you know but who
But in fact it's more about what you're willing do
And how far you'll go, down the hole like Alice
I may have ripped and robbed but never one shred of malice
I never lied never faked never misrepresented
Even now at the point my career is ended
I can say no regrets, or just a very few,
everyone I hurt in the game was getting his due
It's just how I got paid at the end of the day
And we all need a living — what else can I say?