I don't think I ain't got my head in the streets, you know, I ain't a chit-chatter, yeah
Alrighty, all hail the almighty, despite all of your false-ity
Allergies that occupy the top, your cream of the crop's all slightly
Light in the air, cause I'm all lightning
Jab, jab, cross, jab, uppercut, jab, look
I'm all Brooklyn like Zab's hook, my ab took money before rap
I was partner with some bad crooks, lookin' like your pops in the face
I had your dad shook, shorty don't get popped in the face
Or get that ass whooped, grew up where crack cooked
You typin' on a apple, I'm from the rotten apple
Different version of how Max look, extended clip diesel like Shackfoot
My rap book saved a lot of new
From that pain I was givin' out, that cane I was dishin' out
Not the crack fiends, I'm talkin' bout the last scene where
Cane was just spittin' out, lookin' up at Stacey
Now you got a Stacey
They say you keep playin' with fire, you burn
Every time I play with fire, I acquire returns
On my investment, and lessons you be dyin' to learn
Like don't sleep on dishonesty and lyin' to earn
Anytime I'm on a beat, I treat it like it's my turn
The verdict's out till your hearing's adjourned, it's firm
Put my life in these sentences, it's bars forever
I put scars together, regardless whoever you markin' is better
All you marks mark for death when I mark up this paper
I'm grade A according to legends, that's markin' my paper
So when you act like you the best, that's awkward behavior
But don't call me the savior, I'm just awesomely favored
When you got rappin' power, you can take half a bar off
Like it's happy hour, my chat devours half you cowards
Please don't pass me flowers till my casket's lowered
Or I'm ashes, here's a classic hour
We use words like honor, code, loyalty
We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something
You use them as a punchline
I grew up where crip signs are threw up
They dressed like suicide bombers, they clothes blew up
My burner is the Star Trek Enterprise
The hard tech energized, lift your whole crew up
You cappin' like Kirk, though, the way your work go
Still passin' home, round the circle, no
One main * out of Merco
Since smashin' a purple turbo Porsche goin' berserk-o
Your body droppin'
While I'm knockin' out some features
Goin' dumb in the booth like Nick
Droppin' out of English after sockin' out the teacher
I crocodile my sneakers, I'm flippin' policemen
Off with Pac, poppin' out the speakers
I was that poor kid climbin' in your window
Fixed me a bowl of cereal, then I just stole your stereo
Sold that * on Imperial, with my old material
My bars bring death to your ears
But you don't hear me
Bust a cap cause I'm hardcore
Double back, that's an encore
Couple Macs in a duffel bag and a hundred racks in the car door
Long beach, over bags, got colostomies
Strikin' up that gang tag on million dollar property
Get hit with choppers properly, they spit with high velocity
Blastmaster Chris, this is my philosophy
Huh, dee-dee-dee-da-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-da-dee-day
We can get you touched if you in New York or LA
Hard
Honor, code, loyalty
We can get you touched if you in New York or LA