One two check it I make good music,They call it hood music
Beats and Rhymes,Bob ya head until you break ya(Your) neck and spine
I put a,Rhyme together like Frankenstein,The doctor
Put it on track it's coming alive
My boys(Fellas) we tight like the bees in a hive
And you gonna get stung if you tangle with mine!
Because I got a vest,and a big 4 5
Yes I'm,hot to death but you cold for life
You're music noise pollution infringing on my rights
I wanna live the life,A spiritual dude!
But I'm a,Warrior too when it's time for war
It,s not,time for peace wen the beef is raw,So I,got
my piece so when it pops off I'm poppin(Popping)
When I pull jaws is(Are) droppin(Dropping)
Until the last man fall(Falls) I ain't stopping.