broadcaster

i done moved a lotta stones but i ain't an egyptian

i made work disappear but i ain't a magician

i seen fiends lose weight offa crack nutrition

i get them checks on the first like a monthly subscription

they holla at me every day because they need their prescription

i'm like a male cheerleader: white girls are flippin'

make christians lose religions off the shit that i'm spittin'

i got families diminishin' offa what i'm distributin'

finishin' the gimmicks with the shit i'm deliverin'

you're about to go fast like thanksgivin' chit-er-lins

don't end up a memory

niggas just rememberin'

death anniversary

pourin' out some beer again

true religion jeans with the laced up timberlands

bucket seats

bucket hat low like gilligan

hit your baby momma

left her panties on the ceilin' fan

sent her to voicemail

but she gonna call again

brown done came up and he won't fall again

spittin for the hustlers cause the words are the empowerment

smarter than those white boys in ivy league colleges

but i used to move work to white boys in colleges

most you rap niggas lyin' like a horoscope

homie you homo like the rocky picture horror show

seats in the chevy same color as a kiwi skin

voice of the hood

you rap niggas is cnn

28 grams on my grandma's saucer

heater on the waist

box cutter in the parka

fiends at the door

cold d up in lockup

smokin' on ganja

sippin' java from starbucks

chillin' with chicken

roll gan out dey purses

browntown served more niggas than churches

die for your rhymes

then you wouldn't be worth shit

but to me it's real because i live my verses

no water in the house

underarm must

puttin' water in the toilet just to make the fucker flush

i live too real for a movie

smokin' gan same color as a coochie

detroit. streets. city. broadcaster. nigga

ha!