..He did a lil bid, now he talkin like he KINGA DA HILL//And groupie niggas CO-SIGNIN', he thinkin its REAL lol//
He's to SWEET, HE AINT EVEN A MEAL, I Recommend that HE chill, He don't want it FOREAL//

Now lets talk about YOU//

Salute to the REAL HueyNewton, a BOSS// You a FAKE RICK ROSS// Youd have the Panther Party PISSED OFF//
You cant produce merits in WAR gained politically OR by administered FORCE//
He Sending subliminals//
Thats a BITCH TRAIT// Certain things HOLD WEIGHT after a long interlude//You Frontin like you was MAXED IN//
But at home, youre in poetry lounges, with a BACKSPIN// You gotta DRESS SHIRT ON, Nothin' Brolic about you,
Leave the poetry alone, you really wanna be Acting//All this TOUGH GUY TALK? I get a different reaction//
Go solidify a role, be bitch on THE BRAXTONS//
You did your research and saw the suicide notes, it happens//(I'll admit)
Beretta to his DOME a remedy to ENCROACH THE MADNESS//
Bi-polar is his social status//
Shit can pull him down LOW like Bolts and Magnets//
I'll still pull EXOTICS, no matter where you POKE the ATLAS//
Youd rather be in the FENCE gettin CLOSE to FAGGOTS..