get the south dick up out your mouth
what are you talking about
see we know everything you're about
you can't destroy what we done built
pick on someone your own size
or fuck around and get killed
but not like the kilt above you knees
will plant you niggaz like seeds
or fertilizer for the trees
emergency vehicle last seen speeding from the scene
take one for the team now he's bleeding from the spleen
stay so fresh and oh so motherfucking clean
no blood spatter or evidence
long distance with a beam
we come in peace while some of ya'll niggas come in greed gluttons
fucking up the game like ice
speed it up like the ballad of ricky bobby
as one half of the outkast
return like the ghost of christmas past
it's the son of chico dusty
must be west savannah bad
had to got to church every sunday with great-grandma and grandad
taught me always follow jesus when the grass didn't have a path
then god will get me back on track
and pat was getting with me and three stacks
then we spitting cuz we killing everything we attack
special forces of this rap game
so you best take heed of that
all that shit you rappers lack
don't ruin their appetitie
cuz you shit is really wack
listen to the angelic plucking of strings
as sir lucious puts his left foot forward
and rides off into the horizon of infinite regression
undefeated on the battle field against the means of ignorance
all contenders to the throne are left naked
because the truth is the only thing you can never be stripped from
and if you want to commit to that truth
then you could end the vicious cycle that's affecting our youth today