[Verse 1: ST]
Get inside the sickness
They thought I'd vanish quicker than triple sixes inside crucifixes
Only rolling thick spliffs, Dutchmasters double fold
When I'm back from Uptown on my bizness
Liam on the mix b**h, this ain't gonna make sense
To you unless you on this rich sh**, brilliant mixed with
Streets smarts that you dimwits
Can't understand, I'm playing God with you Christians, now hit this
*Inhaling smoke" piff got you paranoid
Sounds echo round ya ears in a parrot's voice
Lazy flow cause the dro got me paralyzed
Play par on this green, one stick, attaboy
White kids go crazy, black ones are reticent
Cause I'm more Brady Bunch than I'm the Jeffersons
To me, fellow rappers are venison
Rare meats that I hunt for, y'all can never win
I'm on my kettle chips, roll blunts with h**n
Numb face gets son laced with a pair of chins
Jay Leno flow split it up when the parrots sing
Copycats copycats send em in
I'm Peter Parker swinging, web through the towers
Led to the next room Spidey Sense power
Blowing on that sour, but you already knew that
The movement is moving and there's no place for the cowards
I'm on my Avenger sh**, Hulk in the flesh and sh**
You set a bar but lawwwwd am I stepping it
Take a trip, Breckenridge, snow and and a leftist b**h
In the room looking out wondering what the hell is this…