Spittin this black venom, I hit em with the vision and
I hope they listenin'
Flow k**in' em, flow christenin'
I'm in the Utapau system, feelin like Obi
Low below the mainstream, Capsoul, I'm the only
Kindergarten brought in lot of bullies
I swear my mind be dispersing more than a fully
I'm at it, never had a basement or attic
But somehow dad managed watching horse races with the lavish and
Pops used to live inside a basement
Dim lights, can't replace em
co*kroaches, just spray them
Rats, you just have to face em
Now a days, overcame, but still feels the same and
No change for the sane, yet we all took the blame and
Everyone asking how they can reach the fame and
Disappears into my thoughts street magic, David Blaine and
I swear that only few can feel the pain in-
Side, many feel the vibe, of the illest soulful kickin it, flipping it, like the tribe
I'm sickening, like the clive
Four sides to my clover
I'm lucky to be alive, sh**s inside and I'm sober
Straight up like a dober, I'm on the colder side of the continent
I'm older now
It's over now, I'm the f**in cobra now
I'm Solo, but I plan to k** it, k** it like I'm Boba now
f** up, the door up, check and I go up now
Young, I get caught, locked up and I grow up now
Mentality of a young criminal, minimal of the issues stressing the liberals, then they wonder why they get riots, those turned cynical
Get literal when they mean they headed to the pinnacle
And that's what I am, a-
Story teller who's father came from Havana
sh** I can't stand, ugh
How we let blacks get shot outside delicatessens
Catch the police undressin, testin guns on blessins
Then they become the k**ers, open the glove and hide the smith & wesson
b**h, this been a lesson
For those who oppose the progression
Motherf**ers get the peace slap to they face if they hate
sh**, what chu want me to say?
This ain't up for debate
I plan to be one of the greats
Preaching, teaching, this is what they'll be seeking
Someone to relate to, cops they'll just take you
Room full of motherf**ers that'll sedate you
I'm in the krill deep making beats out in the eastern seaboard
Sinners like please lord
I'm rushin (Russian) up in the game like my name was Egor
Shooting up hungry for the hinges on these doors
Innocents scream "WE POOR!"
While leaders build resorts
It's Capsoul