He walks the streets bein' a passenger in a LYRICAL seat!
mirror image of Dominican Pete, I see,,repeats of cats who
don't even speak,,aah they won't blink,,they only THINK
of gutta grime, gutta crime, and some gutta rhymes, yeah,,

LYRICALLY, I'm suppose to represent, get bent, then prosecute
with no evidence, even if I repent, man it's evident in his
defense,,get in wit' the evidence!
still a member of the black diamond squad, keep Big Rob
pumpin' iron on the prison yard,,cats gettin' knocked out
try'na be hard!

Ride wit' me, time to get analytical cuz the reform is critical
merry-go-round metaphors are pivotal, even when my documentary
goes digital,,I'm good son
and, you ain't gotta ride wit' me . .

lifE imitates art
-xxx

tight & true

Like the concept and the execution. I hear a hard hittin early 90's beat when I read that.

This is great!