[Verse 1: CF]
Yeah. Yo. My flow's up there, be roaming like an aqueduct
I freeze y'alls, put souls on it like a hockey puck
The goal's to reach mine—you swines ain't stopping us
The chopper bust, you see shells move--not taco trucks
Don't want to kick it with your crew—no soccer club
I sock a n***a with the club or with the boxing gloves
I leave ‘em Pacquiao on Juan Marquez on Ron Artest. The crowd, I chop ‘em down--that's a posse cut
I draw first like Pica**o ‘cause
I paint a perfect picture with the hollow slugs dripped in Nazi blood
I'm from a city where the k**er smoke a lotta dust
And crack empires get built on top of where the bodies was
I'm [harping?] Thor's hammer. What y'all forecasting?
Run train on Katrina, Sandy, give ‘em orgasms
Leave war, pa** in these weather conditions
Go in a tirade—I'm a ice age but a better rendition
I'm retarded on this track—Special Olympics
I got my comp limpin back to that medical clinic
They try to put me in a federal prison
‘Cause our worlds are destined to collide like a planetary pendulum swinging
I murk nerds—no hypothetical questions
Tougher than Kurds that survived biochemical weapons
Getting brains from intellectual women—that's double head
My third leg in her p**y where my tentacle's been in
I'm well-armed like Dr. Octopus. Armed robbery
Robin Hood 'til Puerto Rico gets autonomy
Flow is deep—20,000 Leagues something Odyssey
There's nothing even between you and me—no camaraderie
It's Red October and I ain't talking Sean Connery
Natives shooting up Columbus Day—now that's prophecy
They publicize a Christian ministry economy then privatize the prison industry penal colony
I dont know. The streets hot like Tijuana—we
Need a new leader with the soul of Caesar Chavez, B
Cause any second, the police'll seize your property
And free democracy is more like Greek mythology
Zeus, Mt. Olympus. Money's counterfeited
Made from thin air by the Fed—now it sound suspicious
Bunch of zeros, I'mma drown them in the South Pacific
For pacifying all my people public housing district
Yo, they lying, son. They evil—they ain't altruistic
We stay true and our view is from the outer limits
[On worldly?], working early on them algorithms
Do the math—it's food for thought for mental malnutrition
Purple Heart—we urban stars, war veterans
System is flawed like the laws of Floridians
Triple-K, hooded up—that's what you call minute men?
I'm letting shots with the Tray at you George Zimmermans