[Verse]
Visvim vandal, Mogel Francis teas with Roman candles
Sparked off on them, I sparked off on them 'cause he didn’t want to relinquish his timepiece
I said my piece
He kind of made a face like he thought I was playing, he learned fast, I wasn’t of course
Leg shot him then told him to walk it off
Not before he threw me his watch like a quarter toss
Silk shirt Prada, only three buttons buttoned from the bottom
Two different colors on a collar, double match
The devil mist, they dispatched it, maintainеd Frankenstein race
This is not fiction, thе civilians made reservations but the mobsters eat in the kitchen
Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit if you Christian
Hannibal Lecter lectures, no room for conjecture
State facts or stay back
Face flat, sever spines and backs, I’ll make your whole world wheelchair accessible
DJ Clue the professional (Clue), tapes being played till the ribbon broke
The women folks spoke and said I was valedictorian
John DeLorean, Back to the Future automobile
Patrice Lumumba, Clarence 13X files
Vials litter 180 playground, they was invisible to us
Eugene double-tucked off the stoop, real cheese and Campbell’s soup
I trooped the pioneer to pack a bunch of bags
Graduated to crack bags and bags of scag
Look at me, I know the story’s cliché
The Queens niggas used to say "Dunn is dumb fly"
KB Carnage, Ju-Man alumni
Mr. Sports and Parkchester best up in the vestibule
The flow is outrageous 'cause the work is exceptional
Human being I am, I mean I am
Part of the least percent, rich or righteous
King Midas, one hundred minus ninety five
You only get the lion's share if you got lion pride
Who fuckin' with I and I?
Not you or you, who is who?
I shoot in the crowd to find out later
I found out later that I hit home baby moms in the shin
I was dormant, but the revolver on the robbers back spinnin' again
It’s criminal how I make sound visual
These niggas ain’t nice, they typical
Typically, I be more critically acclaimed if these lames
I wouldn't quite say they're cloggin' up the lane but they kind of in the way
Not really one for provocation
The cold, too many niggas blowin' hot air
The car's [cold][?] with conversation
My voice is [?]
[Outro]
No, I thought you said you were alright
I am alright, you ain’t alright, you little fucking prick
I thought, I thought I, you said
I thought, I thought, you been doing this all fucking night to me you motherfucker
You want your drink now?
Yeah, go get me a fucking drink, move it you little prick, you walk like fucking [?]
Everybody else, you fucking run, run for me you prick
Dance, dance the fucking drink back here, you little prick
What's that movie? [?]