what's in it for me big homie
i don't need money
or a sour apple carmel honey
at the bottom of criminal remix
pulling rabbits out top hats trix
silly kids don't even know if i like you
i might brew serial killers in roses that smell like do do
buried alive long way i came from
not one comit comment what you think i'm dumb
D. knyte provoking the heavens for vengence
niggaz think it's just beginning but really thier finished
when i pull out the pen and pad that's why baby noon is mad
translation death sentence on eagle golf balls
down the throat but i never did anything but wish the crock
kermit the frog refuse to show repentence
why wont anybody listen
i'm not into studios or booths
i just connect the mic to lap top and get loose
creative juices flow
and all my hard work where did it go?

labels use webs to catch time
when really the steal ideas from open minds
trying to find my one life my on soul
and i can't sell out for bitches and gold
so hit the road-

you guys never back me up so what the fuck
should i say yeah i'll put it down for jazz
but who can out last look who still breathing zoo bar
pac

heard meth was here in the 97.9 d- tox
kick rocks

hit me up if you can

on the run



Freeworld Order
Dangurus Mines