I think I'm going to kick on back on this one, man, because, you know.
in the game right now, man.
Yeah, you know.
Shoot a nigga, stab a nigga, kill a nigga.
we brought to the table, you feel me?
You're hopping your Chevy.
or your Hyundai Excel, or your Honda Accord, and you drive, you feel me?
You just drive, man, over and over up the same motherfucking street again, man.
But I tell you what, I'm tired of talking.
Well, let my big homeboy talk.
Man, I'm exhausted.
This is what it costs.
It's my life or nothing.
I'm thinking about jacking something.
stacking bundles got me a bundle of rumble thunder and rumble your game fumbles look
Remain humble or get smashed, my nigga like cookies Cause most of these niggas is rookies They was born to crumble, I'm clutch
Way too much to come to.
I'ma tell you niggas like this, this among you.
The hood, the ones, the sirens come, the environment inviting it all at once.
Now that's what I call ass.
It was cracking when she gave me a glance.
in the light but gave me a chance ride her ever since a nigga could stand
There's certain things I just can't stand.
I'ma keep this party poppin', makin' sure it never stoppin'.
Movin' abruptly, I just passed Compton with my gut Cadillac in the trunk knockin'.
Me and T-Mac like problems poppin'.
He said he got the hookup over there by the slossin'.
In case you didn't know it, I'm the piranha poet.
I came with a score, fire rocket throwers, nigga.
You don't know until you bitch come over, punk.
You hear the guitar?
It sound like it's crying.
We killing these niggas.
Can't you feel their ass dying?
We got me high.
Feelin' like I'm flyin' the butt of bullshit Foul niggas and the sirens I'm on fire, somebody pop a hydrant for me
You hear the float, dawg?
It sound like water pouring.
Shit.
I'm in another category.
Scientific linguistics is coming out the laboratory.
A young savage roaring like a having eight.
A baby cub in the game with the lion traits.
And I'm firing straight.
You better know what's up.
Congratulations.
We done stumbled upon greatness.
Connections
Connection.
Fuck what they want.
We gonna make them receptive.
The real.
We gonna make them accept it.
This microphone dissecting rhymes is a weapon.
Infection section.
Yeah, it's your boy Terrence Martin, man.
I'm gonna give a few shouts out, man, to a few of the real ones out here, man.
From east to west to west to east all the way down south, man.
No.
Yeah.
I want to thank Dr. Drake, man.
Outcast, Goody Ma, what's happening, y'all?
Yeah.
My nigga.
premiere, man.
It don't stop.
Pete Rock, what it do, man?
Get at your boy.
Stop playing.
Battle cat.
Yeah.
to the East Coast.
