you know the chronicles the shit that if momma knew
the stress the drama dude the techs phenominal
it's me whos the honorable
restraint from temptation was drained from both nuts
hah. now the physical form verbalized thru the scriptures i was biblically born
concieved thru the blunt fire
on kawasakis could wheelie up on one tire
got the method for the woody females perfected
candy painted to give a nigga the blue balls
the format is real sickening
i don't have to run no games i've done those thangs
young and gifted my tongues prolific
in the beached bungalow is how i brung in christmas
from the streets i'm a flow from the hungriest districts
crisp when i come to them picnics
tinted all black the same old
still turn the new leaf on my life of crime
no concerns with new beef whos as nice as i'm
it's confirmed from feet i'm still a sniper blind
politicing daily still tryn to milk the game
it's obvious that i'm real rap skills remain
i took some change and i'm still the same. the format is real sickening
i don't have to run no games i've done those thangs
jotted my jewels down like journalism
how i'm a move now it'll emerged thru wisdom
prophisize puttin words to rhythm
an adam clayton in manifestation
meditatin' with them animals waitin
like an m-8 that sealed it's fate
let some years escape but i'm still in shape
i'm chillin. deeply rooted
from best side to the east i'm too at peace to lose it
breathin off a trump budget
fresh outa bloomies with the louie luggage
the format is real sickening
i don't have to run no games i've done those thangs