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