they threw rose pedals at the feet of the christ when i entered the center
m*********** im cold as the winter
my waves were spinnin like blades on pirellis
the christian dior shades was drivin them silly
its big w****
i came through with them cats from philly
lakers vs heat floor seats you know the dealy
either you love the kid or wanna kill me
im back at em
on fire like cracked atoms
they over the hill like wyclef and proswell
im over the hills like U-F-Os at roswell
you lame i know you guys well
if you can name an mc thats flamer than me you high as hell
you cant dance with the chancellor
one glancell have you caught up in a trance with a tarantula
and if they could then you probably would
they come close but its no cigar welcome to my world
you arms to short to box with the center of the prophets
aviator shades the stage is a c***pit
leather pelle
lounging at the sofa telle
sippin sam pelegrino eatin ghirardellis
i recline and chill twinklin the rag to shine my grill
thats that third ward appeal (b****)
get at me
me and my chick is like J-F-K and jackie
they cant wait to catch me in dallas top down the grassy knoll and clap me
kidnap my body
and f*** up the autopsy
but im nice like christ you blink twice you hit
im chillin in college park eatin salmon and grits
its the black ceaser
jesus
hes just, the lyrical monster
boogie man outta the dumpster
black pharoah
jay bowie spittin phat arrows
keep your eye on the sparrow in the fly apparel
you aint ready for war hide your barrel
stay in your lane man chance for surviving is narrow
welcome to my world
deep in the jungle bustin
nickle sacks of cracks from G Packs for stacks n***** on the humble hustlin
see that game
thats the one they call survival man they poppin at five-oh
they lowlife pigs who get it how they live
they daddys in them court houses givin out bids
choppin n***** on blocks and leavin wickedness
man they broidered the land then they small poxed the witnesses
rapin babies usin ladies as they mistresses
causing choas and disorder
thats why the glock on hold
the block on swole
i built this city on rock and roll
now im banging on rumsfeld and bells ringing
him and d***ll be in hell singing
woe to the hippocrits and infidels screamin n***** cant handle
the wrath of the son of man black pan de mayo
yeah the flows that scandal...ous i crush any mc who feel the must
try me, the smallest flea on the dog wont get by me if i was you id be
scared to death, hit a n**** up, leave him right there in his mess
this penicillin im spillin leave hair on your chest you feel me
you cant beat me kill me
ill be back in three days disguised in the garden with my kicks filthy
told you i was nice like christ the rap angels throw down ice
i shine like jewerly in light
i can make a true believer out of curious dike
shell be saying wearin heat jabs singing hum through de lair
ill be slinging dice hummin songs on the ave
theyll be sayin man
he goin off the path, (uh)
but thats on the low tho
beatin cats with no glow
tryin to play me like a hoe
but this aint books and poems or tic tac toe
this planets moons quasars and high tech radars
you n***** on the grid while jay man stay gone of the radar (AWOL)
m*********** im cold as the winter
my waves were spinnin like blades on pirellis
the christian dior shades was drivin them silly
its big w****
i came through with them cats from philly
lakers vs heat floor seats you know the dealy
either you love the kid or wanna kill me
im back at em
on fire like cracked atoms
they over the hill like wyclef and proswell
im over the hills like U-F-Os at roswell
you lame i know you guys well
if you can name an mc thats flamer than me you high as hell
you cant dance with the chancellor
one glancell have you caught up in a trance with a tarantula
and if they could then you probably would
they come close but its no cigar welcome to my world
you arms to short to box with the center of the prophets
aviator shades the stage is a c***pit
leather pelle
lounging at the sofa telle
sippin sam pelegrino eatin ghirardellis
i recline and chill twinklin the rag to shine my grill
thats that third ward appeal (b****)
get at me
me and my chick is like J-F-K and jackie
they cant wait to catch me in dallas top down the grassy knoll and clap me
kidnap my body
and f*** up the autopsy
but im nice like christ you blink twice you hit
im chillin in college park eatin salmon and grits
its the black ceaser
jesus
hes just, the lyrical monster
boogie man outta the dumpster
black pharoah
jay bowie spittin phat arrows
keep your eye on the sparrow in the fly apparel
you aint ready for war hide your barrel
stay in your lane man chance for surviving is narrow
welcome to my world
deep in the jungle bustin
nickle sacks of cracks from G Packs for stacks n***** on the humble hustlin
see that game
thats the one they call survival man they poppin at five-oh
they lowlife pigs who get it how they live
they daddys in them court houses givin out bids
choppin n***** on blocks and leavin wickedness
man they broidered the land then they small poxed the witnesses
rapin babies usin ladies as they mistresses
causing choas and disorder
thats why the glock on hold
the block on swole
i built this city on rock and roll
now im banging on rumsfeld and bells ringing
him and d***ll be in hell singing
woe to the hippocrits and infidels screamin n***** cant handle
the wrath of the son of man black pan de mayo
yeah the flows that scandal...ous i crush any mc who feel the must
try me, the smallest flea on the dog wont get by me if i was you id be
scared to death, hit a n**** up, leave him right there in his mess
this penicillin im spillin leave hair on your chest you feel me
you cant beat me kill me
ill be back in three days disguised in the garden with my kicks filthy
told you i was nice like christ the rap angels throw down ice
i shine like jewerly in light
i can make a true believer out of curious dike
shell be saying wearin heat jabs singing hum through de lair
ill be slinging dice hummin songs on the ave
theyll be sayin man
he goin off the path, (uh)
but thats on the low tho
beatin cats with no glow
tryin to play me like a hoe
but this aint books and poems or tic tac toe
this planets moons quasars and high tech radars
you n***** on the grid while jay man stay gone of the radar (AWOL)