Fuck the bass smokin' hay Me, I ain't no joke And then some more dope then you'd ever know E I L O, hello When I'm all by myself let it go, let it go
I ain't even focused yet At the bottom of the pile swimmin' wit them mud cats If you die, man I'm pullin' "soowee" for a grudge match Spell it out, L-E-G, E-N-D I
like peace I'm a cyborg connected with a mic in my hand As I expand you know I am am A triple optometrist mental megalopolis A student on these L.A.
rob it You know, D E L, yeah Time is too expensive Time is too expensive It's too expensive, it's too expensive It's too expensive, you know what?
that I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck God may I ask yo' permission to take his life This is your man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for
fakers S T E P, your boot in G R A V E You M I S S I N G, or D A T E to L I T E Wanna fuck wit dis bad girl MC While I fuck wit D Y N A M I T E Fuck
me? But now I'm stackin' my grip Back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist But one time never sleep on it I went from Harlem to L.A
? ? (rifkind.. rifkind..) yahh!! I strangle angels from a brooklyn angle Rectangular mangle (and tango) incur single [e. sermon sings like method man] P-a-s-s-i
need to stop C-Can I say it again say it again? Better come through with a little more win B.I.G. is a slogan R.I.P. 'til I see ya again Ain't no tellin
a, mic in my right hand And when I'm sleep you know I keep a fat strap in my nightstand I strike men, my height, man, is l-o-double d I see us after the
cash Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G. started from that S.O.B., D.R.E. Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin, pistol holdin Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I
colora il mio nero... con fiera lealta' io giuro sincero... tra anime morte e caos immenso a Gaia sovrana l'amore piu' intenso... io Dargor a te... [
jerk With the belt drive, Technics and B-1's With the orange light shinin', the red on D-1's Direct drive and Nova, I'm chillin' with G.L.O.B.E. Mr.
but I breaks them like spines Cause I make plenty rhymes that are dimes I'm often misunderstood cause I never soften, would You look as good in a coffin
bust that old school boom bap All over this map, for I be that down ass, South Cali poet Ya know it to be The D E C L A I M E Doin' my thang in this