The flow is towin' precision as a Afro All big letters but it isn't no the thin grin off the chin for crack smokin' DDT the first bar, leave the track broken
grown men doing business with Anglo-Saxon 'em Lacking but that banjo's so relaxing as the wax spin Hacking axes in the wind, pretend just a pen See if you can 'em in
Tense, met your men on a in, sensed this is tense The fall off then it's the end get keelhauled in villain always been Feel real ballskin
Not to call the whole out just a few chumps And you who you are like a shout out Place them in your loud mouth and taste them like a
of space, face hastily, bow out gracefully Disappear, reappear and disappear knot his hair he's no Afro-American If that's the case he be a bald headed
Takin' all the and jetted astro-travellin' Turn a man into a mannequin for And bein' tough actin', tin actin', jacking He a mask so when you dodge his face Each and every race could absorb the
In a to be, don't believe the hyperbole It's a murder spree get sniped verbally And beat in the head with lead languages For street cred leave 'em for dead and
The slanks suggest it was the guy in the Who came to help the with they minds in they asses And trippin' get a grip like Spalding These walls is thin feel genuine