The Raw
its late night, im chillin like villan with my niggaz,
smokin blunts we stunts, never front withouth triggas,
the smile on youre face tells me that you higher than a kite,
spread ya wing son and fly away like kings of the night,
a cold swet i feel drippin down on my skull,
my craniums dull yet my brain rose above,
im remeniscin about the time when i was a kid,
my friend got his wig split right outside of my crib,
maybe thats why i cant sleep at night,
insomnia, i need ganja to go thru hell and fight,
kickin rhymez to one marta that sat em back slow,
the hood legend, the reason that we all want the doe,
i gain sprout, even the darkest force cant quiet down my name,
its insane how i box gods and never loose grain,
i am david vs goliath reversed, i gain revenge,
the black cheep of the herd, and my word i comprehend,
deep in the streets where the beats be rockin niggaz 2 sleep,
my raps creeps, with my ear 2 pressed 2 the concrete,
im at the top of the trees, od, checkin steez,
free beef at the micky d's, comes equiped with extra cheese,
so let mi start my saga,
the dream of a mad man revolva,
harder nigga acin daughters, mean muginn a lot,
from the family block were chilödrens gunz steady rock,
smokin blunts by tha ace, heavy walkin when he bop,
packe d gunz sold drugs hittin fronts on blunts,
lip burns by the cottonmouth, the hardbody opens out when the words blown out,
n cathcha real front to dump the theesth of the beats to burn,
thats why i pack a my mind with the illest forms of rhymes,
mad men be chaising my skillz and uniqe lines,
movin mountas of units whith the flyest technuiqe,
my flow freaks like em hoes when dey jet and squeets,
its relevant, the way i be hittin on la,
talkin bout remember back in dem days,
where school dient pay to visit, fuck it so we got high,
bust out our cherry pie befor the nigh sky,
roll around Aactin hardest in the game,
so let the wod kill for the pain and shame, cuz
deep in the streets where the beats be rockin niggaz 2 sleep,
my raps creeps, with my ear 2 pressed 2 the concrete,
im at the top of the trees, od, checkin steez,
free beef at the micky d's, comes equiped with extra cheese,
I gess, its just the way that i bop,
Steady rock when i stop and pause a whole flock,
Leader of the pack, diamond cutt when i smile,
I hitt ya girl quiet foul, but rather take the money rout,
I hitt for 4 4s, move mind with my vocals,
I curse ya life but love ya heart,
I stock, no mock when i mark the spock,¨
Ya get shot, fuckin with niggaz pushing weddrooms chalk,
Rhymes, too fast for time, straight flipin it,
Rudy he be liftin it, inhailin the smoke, no joke the way i have niggas trippin it,
Its like i shine and make em grind harder n shit,
I nraise my glass up for all my niggaz in the clique,
Im so young, but with the mindstate of grown man,
Its sad, the way we rise our nagical fayryy land,
Im candy man, and ghost son suppose,
Niggaz creepin n roll, snatch the hart plus the soul, what the fuck