I'm about to get on some
Norman Bates shit and go psycho
Shit get the right speakers
Let me start finding them early
I'ma find them early that's what I do
You know my persona
Let me kindly remind ya
The Gucci Gabbana
The New-E the Low Evisus designers
How I post up
Probably amongst piranhas
I'm the urban version of that turban-waving Osama
Last of a genre
There's nothing to mash your mind to
Y'all trash
I'll leave half of y'all niggaz in trauma
So I laugh 'cause I'd rather clam in v****a
Splash a few grands on some
High sand in the sauna
Usually ponder when I puff my little ganjas
Somber feeling like Don Cheetah
In the Hotel Riwanda
You know karma
Increase when you cease your drama
It's deep but you sleep
When you feel there's peace upon you
Keep that armor
I formerly greet as a charmer
But beneath is more than mystique
I'm a monster
Came to conquer
No games I came to regain my honor
No lames it's the same what the brain can conjure
Why launder
When I can outsell the bomber
Miskel tell Mel he'll be out of jail by Kwanza
From Tompkins to Guanas to
The hills in Brownsville I sponsors
Nothing to cock back the Black P-80 Launcher
Any hate can haunt you
I'm straight from the L I gates of Yonkers
Down to the Southern states to Great Lakes in Tonker
Young majestic
The beams from the Sun reflect it
Numb before Bush Senior's son was elected
Eclectic world respected
Like Brother Ube from Dure
But hey what you expected
Perfected connected
So exit or have it all in here
We can war when we're
n***a I'm so sincere
