Yo, Im liveo, fuck a 5-0, i ride or die slow,
embellish you fools who cherish nice tone,
im cyclone, spontaenous, an alias with rivals,
mind state is homocidal,
lock, stock and two smoking rifles,
reborn scorn and war torn in human form,
prophet re-turn as a re-formed sand storm,
sent from hell but i snuffed him, then cuffed him,
devil overthrown by universal unknown gunman...

But why?.....


but realy, this world is clearly insane,
so i adress issues in the conscious part of your brain,
and touch on major topics like obama in the office,
refrain from spilling pain on canvas with acrylic paint,
thats novice, im certified to bring you bust backs,
minus the repercussion, even if the reapers buzzing,
arise this young rebel of poetic justice,
must this be the reason for the bust back?


And now?...

I contract like pregant teens and produce potential fiends,
in the slums where the drum signifies the devils screams,
and the sundown is the rundown for the late activity,
suffiently im back, so relax and read with ease..

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az