Hooligan Shit

I see my so called leaders losing vision
I guess that what comes with a new religion
Im doing phonetic exercises
The realer on deck
the rest, it just surmises
obsolete to all surprises
keep your mind where the prize is
Always wear disguises
ringmaster of this game
you cant tie it
I don't care if you had a brain big as Lane Bryant
I'm Kiffin, skipping out on what I'm getting
Moving on to the next situation to put my bid in
A lot of us wonder where to move next
Before we issue idle threats
Let's familiarize ourselvez with the texts
the spine of the book
I feel like Santa Claus in preparation for the feasting
Because I'm the only one eating through the holiday season
I'm in that R-Class,
Seeing everything, like an overlord in Starcraft
She talking bout goin Instaham
How many pixelz are in ur Digicam?
I gave good clues to her
I'm like a tutor, on his way to being recruiter
Polo walletz, they stay holding depositz
but I'll still eject the top disk
of a so-called criminologist
You gonna need the Kremlin, to follow this
Lamez get offended so they change
Pac ain't here, but he still the number one emcee in the game
I want to take you to the fair
And make you aware
Fresh pantaloon,
Ho, can I get to my dressing room
Banshees hanging on to my every word
like the bride that left the groom
Maybe she was the witch that swept the broom
Now you're left in gloom
Without a memory, if you were a pharoah in a past life
these kidz won't revisit your tomb
your bullshyt fanbase, be like he was gone too soon
Shouldve had the posse posted on the roof at high noon
Instead of trying to lock in with a tycoon
Getting hit by the typhoon
Last wordz I heard from up top was no rotation
the, situation we facing
Got us in formation
Next thing I know
One of my lieutenants gets intelligent
So I calm him down, make sure he don't get ahead of shit
Because we'll make a mess of it
This is the testament
if you can't count
Then you can estimate
We on that loud pack
Yall stuck on regular shit
Nobody selling shit
Bet your boy will shred a brick
D-Boy ettiquette
we got them stickz, and you fetchin it
Who dat glaring through the idiot box?
Shoutout to every head in the city of Watts
Pray that I take the cake
Pray I return to playin weight
Day in, Day Out
There will never be a way out
Just me and my niggaz, way out
Might get tickets to the Met
I hope the strip club ain't started yet
guwop gang
We at Slotz-R-Us
Ain't none of them
But Itz a lot of us
Word to the Bible
Hand to God
Clan on Arrival
Prepared to squab
double up, mega hard
Hoez on my bubble
looking for trouble
but aint shit waiting
in my trunk, but the shovel
I'm hip-hoppin for hoez in ripped stockingz
now that the first blast has been felt
A chastity belt couldnt stop my shit from droppin
Smoking on that dungeon
The blunt be as long as a green onion
I'm still sharp, way ahead of the class
The assortment of metal and glass
Is shredding your azz
If all we need is someone to lean on
I lean on the ground
Guess who I put the beem on
I can't stand these culture vulturez
Looking at me in the street
Like the camera is out of focus
hocus pocus, buenos noches
get my dicc of your epiglotis
as far as hiphop
feel free to close the door
for the eviction notice
They can't hold us,
Right now, they'd have to hold up
like the ballplayerz, that got caught up in the Gold Club