What's up world,
playboyz and playgirlz
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
with R2, Janelle Rose,
and Nate Homer
They about to show y 'all boys
how to get with it,
yeah, yeah, yeah, get loud
Now I've been down and broke,
they had me seeing dividends quick
Balling with dollars, no six,
a young cat living in tits
See mama had a wild seed
that she couldn't contain
Cause I was too busy in the streets
picking up games
She used to tell me that she prayed
to God that I might change
But what I learned outside the door
stayed stuck in my brain
Coming home late, night high,
giving up grief and pain
Getting turned around and kicked out,
I cried with the rain
When it poured,
made my eyes open
to the world so raw
Couldn't help to see what I saw
Couldn't chill in my own hood,
getting har assed by the law
You know they waitin' for your beat to slip
And get that glock and fill
And may stay prizzy in your last road trip
Now if you listen,
you can witness to the trials
And how vivid I dream
How I dealt with the bad
regardless of how it may seem
To you, I'm just another face strugglin'
In the same place hustlin'
We gotta change our present state,
man
It's all or nothin', yeah
Let's get with it, let's get with it,
y 'all
I got a hole in my heart
that chest -bendin' back up
Find my soul memorizin'
ridin' in a black truck
My flow is aqua boogie
under R &T's and scream
My roots is Blackfoot,
Billie Holiday history
I fist fought the devil,
put the dude out his misery
I'm a full grown man
with a messed up past
One of the last ones stayin'
on the right path
But nope, seems like lately
I robbed folks, huh
Sold a few exos,
at least I ain't rode the metros lately
My scrotch has been extra spacey
Cream on my plate,
my pockets creamy
When it come to bein' rich,
the gift's God -given
Full of inspiration, ambition, I'm driven
Sippin' on that Captain
Morgan coke, coke
I'm not a drug
And they say that I'm dope, dope
I represent the other side of black folk
The intelligent and different
from wack folk
Sometimes in alleys you see
smoke and crack folk
Whenever on my end,
off ain't no jacks, nope
If your flow is slow,
Gennaro got the antidote
For these simple wack emcees,
cause they ain't got no flow to moat
That's my opinion for this mil lennium
If you got that flow,
then homeboy, give me some
Some poetical alphabetical
southern rhyme schemes
Like the things that come
up in my dreams
You know my whole team be
on that upper level
That's why we lookin' down
on these cockroaches
Wack MC's and foolish devils
Grab your shovels, if you dig it
If you don't, then prepare yourself
and let's get with it
Yes you bitch all I need is peace
You