em out of proportion Using sarcasm as my second language Look mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant You say you write your best rhymes when you high I say I write
as a kid Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops Then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence Write
top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) I been feelin' I have to teach lessons to slow learners Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner I dont fight fair
couldn't kill me with two top rockers You're on the side of faggots and cock blockers I'm on the side of bad-ass kids and the top notches I'm Barney,
the hate Come on And time is a thief that leaves nothing behind And I've got no grief or acts to cry in this fair city I'm just a man who wants to understand
in danger, do you ever really think that it will stop, all the muggings and the bullys and wepons i think not. [Freek] I can sit and write lyrics all
accent tonique Write me words that sound Words that resound Write me words that give A meaning to my music Write me words that sound Words that reason Write
Life aint fair, an sometimes i give back like the nike airs and thats when i go back, back where? to the block where the dreams never stop, coz its
gangsta shit Guns to bang ya wit' And we put it on records to entertain ya wit' I'm grown with pains way deeper than my receivers Our uniforms is white sneakers and white T-shirts On top
Come on Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape Now let it fall My restlessness is my nemesis It's hard to really chill and sit still Committed to page, I write
we can't even get the words right I've made my decisions here and now And I'll burn my lungs apart till you just fall silent And to top it all, we can
lethal, yeah it scare people (oh my God) I know off top that I'm gon' bust, that's why I dare people And I won't dare cheat you, I fair-and-square beat
But like steam I will rise to the top to redeem the cream For niggas who fiend for hip hop I pop glock and bla-block shot and chop spots From top notch
Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair let's turn the page and write over the wall Don't close your eyes cause then it will begin leaving mistakes to the top
And I've got studios to write in (?) And I've got news for rejoicing Now a new sun is rising I count my blessings That I'm safe when I'm resting Furniture
fair I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind, Cause I don't write shit cause I
throws a curveball And I'm a serve all Punks that try to brawl So stop sleeping on me Don't even dose hops Or I'm a heat you up And eat you up Like Stove Top
cant write down start again from the top cmon' people bounce [Verse 4: SUFFA] Man all these polis in power are cowards so I guess its only fair that