I be that insane n***a
With my psycho sword
And xéno rolling up a wood to the lord
Speakers bumping the RZA
The GZA
Inspector Deck
Mr. Meth rhymes the best
On Protect Ya Neck
But you really bring Shame On a N***a
Selling your soul
For all the diamonds and gold
And fame and figures
Figures
I could never trust a silly duck n***a
To up jump the funk
And nuck if they bucking
Um
Grab my gun
Its a about to get fun
You run for Deep Cover
No Fat Joe nor Big Pun
Cuz I'm still the one with the vision
With infinity mind stone powers
Causing cyclones
That lead you to the red room
Where if you ain't careful
Then you might run into the ghost
Of mr MF DOOM
So set this tune
To full blast
Soon as the cops come past
Because we never gave a fuck about em
Oh he think a cool cat
Because he keep two gats
In the back of his mom's house
But really that
Stupid mothafucka
Coulda spared a couple bucks for the rent
Now he under the impression
Think he gotta fuckin slang that shit
Just to keep from going under
These are the circumstances of the concrete jungle
With a bundle of cash
As the prize for the king of the hill
N***as be ready to drill
Upon his cousin just for a couples of bucks
But by the time he close the trunk of the truck
Then he fell victim to the life the trap
Get it?
He was trapped
1226 bitch
Take it back to them Walmart days
Back when Matrix introduced me schape
Back me and Blade makin plays wit Hatians
I had really started learning to skate
I'm from Davy Jones locker
The dark corner
North Atlanta
Land of the out of order
That 404
Look the wrong way you catch an error
This for all them bush babies from the war on terror
That pulled the card of the death from the tarot
I ain't talking losing life
I'm talking letting go
Lay the past to rest
There ain't a damn thing left
Barricading the way to the stars