Talking:
Yo, I ain't gone take too long let me get up here and talk my sh** real quick..
Verse 1:
Tell these groupies I'm goin' stoopy like your mama in that pull pit/ pa**in' time, pa**in' spliffs, pa**in' by that bullsh**/ but trying to feel Jacksons with Grants, with hella Frankies/ cuz frankly this beat should thank me how I'm crafting these notes/ with pa**ionate quotes, spazzing like "that ba*tard is dope"/ asking for caskets when its murder he wrote/ excuse me, ever so smoothly a**ist the doobie/ Ricky Ruby in that studio/ burning clips, moving slow, no this ain't no movie tho/ never need no cue to go, official to the cuticles/ pollinate these piles of doe/ politics as usual, but you should know/ my tribal get hostile like a pack of Hutu's/ metal militia and I'm Desmond Tutu/ run with rebels like Mobutu , abuse you/ I'm Chakra Zulu, manipulate your mind and body like its voodoo/ my sh** is crucial, your sh** is doo doo/ but n***a do you, and set if off if you choose to/ prepare to meet your end/ up against the wind like Cleo hoppin out that '62/ your last ditch attempt was futile... muthaf**a