| Hey yo! |
| High resolution |
| My eyes keep a tight watch |
| Sort of like a white shark |
| On a. bite you |
| Climb the high rocks for high spots |
| Why not? |
| And cattle drive live stock 'til they life stops |
| Niggas side talk, doubting that the wise walk straight lines |
| through the forks in the side walk |
| Put your gas mask |
| Light a match, burn candle wax |
| We act fast |
| Keep your hands back |
| Fuck a rolex, black |
| The streets is your most valuable time piece |
| It’s over when your second hand is slow to reach a crime piece |
| Yes men 75% of jobs |
| Niggas survived 25 |
| Keep it grimey |
| Try me |
| Raw static fill beats and chops by the boatload |
| The Left is like the antiques road show |
| Preserve heat, like the tombs in Greece |
| We break feast in the belly of the beast |
| You’ll see |
| One day |
| You’ll see |
| Just imagine a verse of flames |
| That surround you in every which direction that you start to gaze |
| Then your flesh burns off and replenishes |
| Burning all over again 'cause you were sinister |
| It ain’t like doing a 10-to-5 |
| Then you go before your parole board and get a lesser time |
| This is a punishment beyond time |
| So I suggest that all of you wise up while there’s still time |
| Every man got a purpose in this Odyssey |
| Because the message the prophets taught was all the same |
| Ain’t no need for a guessing game |
| Because the guidance is right before your eyes if you wanna change |
| We all fell for the games of the politricks |
| Worshiping multiple gods, losing our consciousness |
| We are in the final count down and 'til that day approaches |
| Just know there is only one God for you to put your focus |
| One day |
| You’ll see |