Bee's swarm when E's torn
Died and reborn in the same night
Sworn to never conform, but an army he did form
Armed to the teeth ready to storm in and breach
Now in formation
"OK!" he yells..../ Hennessey mixed with OJ got em 'slightly tipsy, but no hesitation
Positioned with poisons pens, riffles, and a syringe in the back of an alley

"What’s your 20?"

Los Angeles, Cali
I author, spit shine, tap spine then recline
Switch the pitch in my tone whenever I expose foes with flows on microphones
Initial and bomb any residential
Regal he sits
Prop. Joe with lyrical blow, moving that Presidential
Comin from the hood / Raised waist deep in it even before I stood
So it's no need to elaborate on why my thesis spits feces on wackness you thought was straight
2008 is my year just like Barak Obama
I put that on my momma …
Sweaty palms drop napalm bombs hittin Navigators, Hummers, and Escalades
Switch blades held underneath tongues heat - seeks geeks outta caves just like Saddam and Osama
The hour of drama inside the unit of trauma is where it goes down
King of verbal *bling* got me greedy, and wanting another ring
But for now, I'll be fine with your lost shine and crown