The real been waiting to pick the style up/
9 months kicking, I give it to 'em, their child come/
Already knew the outcome, why you think I sound at home?/

Old school Internet, Realplayer, I standalone/
Really can't stand to hand 'em loans, but I'm a man that's strong/
Tackle the situation by the book like I'm San Anton/

Tim Duncan bank shot, capture it on your camera phone/
Watched it for a minute then threw it out like I did The Throne/
Somebody said I was hating, somebody lied/

But I ride the track like Bonnie & Clyde, so somebody died/
Them Adi-das gave me my stripes when young,
y'all can watch what my life become/

Err'body smoking, I'm detoxing like Andre Young/
My time'll come/
Y'all been dropping crumbs, and I been eating 'em/

Making meals out of scraps, microwave to heat 'em up/
Same shoes for years now, still squeeze my feet in them Dunks/
Dare you to laugh, you crack a smile and I'm beating you numb/

That ain't a punchline, homie, give me the rule of thumb/
'Cause I got some homies in all black like a suited nun/
They from South Central, you know the rule; and it's usually run/

They use potatoes that's mutated to mute their guns/
All nat-u-ral/
Talk about the rationale/

Clap the heat, them mashed potatoes hit the plate, we ration out/
If I don't cook, we're passing out like brochures/
I'm so sure- I'm so broke, let my hair grow, get cornrows like

Ghost Dog/
Low on that pole vault, that's why I go so hard/
'Pac said that "Life Goes On," but I just don't know no more/

These rappers 'in the building' I must be on a solo floor/
'Cause I never see 'em, but when I do, man it's over for 'em/
Protocol: "hit 'em up," take his chain, roll his car/

Hop out while it's driving, leave it remixed like a Total song/
I told my moms that I would get it, yo, my word is bond/
And I'ma stick to it, still got that Elmer's on my tongue/

These chicks sending emoticons, but my phone is off/
Feeling like USPA; I'm not Polow Da Don/
I'm burning jerseys of your favorites, I'm going LeBron/

It's 6th Sense, because they're dead, they just don't know they're gone/
Give me that Rolling Stone treatment on the cover/
Home invasion at the dinner table, eating with yo' mother/

Rediscover what the youth's about/
No more getting used to droughts/
Pulling them covers back like what Indians do to scalps/

Refuse the doubts, man I've been on it since a young cub/
Criminal Mind, you won't figure me out like "unsubs"/
What a conundrum/

If you don't give a...then I guess I'm a Youngblood,
you're slow as a young slug/
Yeah, I'm ready like Archie Eversole's ebb-and-flow/

Poetical genetics from the city of Jericho/
Old Testament, purifying from head to toe/
And when I die you can read about it like Marigolds.