[2.13x15]
...every step is fresh in pavement cement
too quick to drip a blood stain from my skin
I got a gift fulla' nails and glycerin I'm delivering
the shoulders are shivering, the toast is the medicine
...I poach eggs when I dig in chicks
enough said when you ain't said shit, no need to
learn from the vision in the lines I'm a' feed you
try to test, you'll be back resting in a fetal
...the oldhead's in the building
you high, you better hold on to the ceiling
I'm the eye in the storm seeing y'all farmers
ransackin' ay'thing, you ain't eating'til you call farmers
...and that's word from my brother b. murda
the show's over for y'all niggas, that means curtains...