Nuke e’m I plague like dukes
You can rebuked at the start line of this backache
Seen ya photo in rap pages in ’95 now all of sudden you can’t fly
Get outta the beast way been speaking on topics through thick and thin
Run through a wall until you begin to win
From technology to a technocratic society it’s all a monopoly
Roll the dice, buck e’m 50 gimme 2 bucks on snake eyes
These guys think they know hood economics
When they ain’t even from projects, got damn socioeconomics
Radio head optics drop shell and mortar bombs
Reap what cha sew, know ya a verbal chemist
At last most just use jokes as a way to cope
What’s your top 5 dead or alive?
Mine is Nas, Biggie, Pun, Bis and Mr. Toney Starks
Asking me like this some Chris Rock interview
Gimme the skew I’ll run the temputure check
You ain’t discussing what’s on the thrones when the king is ringing in 2015
Disgusting busting nuggets over the rockiest when Godzilla couldn’t stop me
From stomping through Mount Fuji with an oozy hoping Ultraman would stop me
Drop me with several Rider Kicks from Fourze, Kuuga and Ryuki
You still can’t suit me up in Scrubs and call me a newbie “Judy”
This is how I view G when descendants descend then I’ll believe
Until then just gimme me a post card or let my computer say “you’ve got mail”
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