[Common]
Yo, ^!$$%z don't want none of this
^!$$%z know they can't $#&@ with this

Turn this %#@! up just a little more

I walk the night in rhymin armor, bomb a ^!$$% like a winter coat

Have him on Death Row searchin for an Interscope
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara
Symbolize dope, like sirens do terror

Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated
Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it
Players is gettin traded

I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded
My juice is grated
%#@! is so bangin ^!$$%z say it's gang related

On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision
Crews is gettin split like decisions
Com will let it ride in collision

Vision like Coleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar...
Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring
Now, it's teethin

My reason of rhyme applies to season and time
Season of mind, body and regions divine
In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin the swine

Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube
Came in this rap life nude
Now I'm fully clothed with flows

You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes
Old ^!$$%z I expose like Luke does hoes in videos
With classic material, imperial and rugged like

Got mag, but my slugs a mic
You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight
Skip ladies, this is rip a mutha$#&@a night

Oracle arouse, ^!$$%z don't even run for cover right
Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style

Hold a Stone Isle profile
Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild
Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin

Hummin comin towards you with power like forwards do
Hip hop, you my (*##$ and like a Ford, I'm Explorin you
So, wack ^!$$%z be cool, with them, I stay cordial

Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature
Like golf. Soft like Tiger Woods
And real ^!$$% angles I've stood with ways that's geometric

Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it
I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist
Rhyme wise, you a rest haven

You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven
You need to do more deletin and less savin
A praise in hell, raisin heaven

Like the bill on my pager leavens
What you should have known from day one
You will on day seven


"Hungry hip hop junkie in the city" [scratched x3]