Everyone that say they concious is fake
If your real be like el choppo, 
plot yo escape
I never ran from the crates
Im out the hood and made an example Of fate

Im a real Producer, no sample is safe
Im putting dynamite , right under yo stage
How I got into hip hop,
I ran through the gates
Im not leaving till I trample the greats
And I ran through the safe
And I stand in yo place

Then im demanding a raise
Im the man in this race
Leave you in the middle of nowhere
Stranded afraid

Ima clean up this mess
Like what a janitor say
Hiphop was abandoned
Like you would abandon a stray

The world going under
I came to witness it
People ask for deliverance
But wont protect the innocent

I like to talk shit
People call me an asshole
Ever since I was raskal
Ill send you to a black hole

Put you in a black hole
Body full of black holes
Feed you to somejakals
Gotta keep your strap close

Gotta keep your trap closed
In the water swimming like a tadpole rotten with some black toes
Cold with a bag on

Im going off, and you not like a bad bomb
Folks hit you like the lottery have your cash drawn
Niggas bang till they die man thats sad song
Pistol in they hand bleeding out with they rag on

Im back with appearance
Black with a vengeance
Bullets spinning tapped
Trapped in your appendix

When they speak your name,
Again, they like man he ascended
Im the man of the hour
Not the man of the minute,

Police with brutality,
Irony the reality
They drop you like calories
Then charge you with battery,

I dont care about what trump did
Distractions always come in
They always up to something
Attacking us is nothing

I know I got a purpose
I know that I was summoned
I see through religion
I know that gods a woman

Im post Apocalyptic and narcissistic to opposition want cops submission
Im not consistant to loss positions
Im rocking limits to rob attention
And not to mention bring loss prevention

I mock suspisions you ought to listen
Im waiting and observing
So I aint never worried
808s drive you crazy
Ima have the game swerving

Show over I just came to close the curtains
Thats for certain
Target on your back if you black
We walking shirtless








My soul will never be for purchase
Dog im perfect got you nervous
And im nerve less
Im in the fourth dimension

Kill the clowns burn the circus
Wisdom all I search with
Reach deeper than the surface
Call me back im doing readings doing music dog im working

Got them spirits lurking
Dont waste your energy on humans
They aint worth it