[Verse 1] See, I take a n***a beat and I make it mine I take a n***a b**h and I make her mine October sixth, 1989 Was the day I made my way out my mom's vagine See, my earth had a son -- I was made to shine Certified in a thoroughbred state of mind From a city where we got the highest rate of crime In a country full of devils trying to stay divine I want a crib like Sosa, a mami and her a** loca No gra** on the chocha, flow c**a- Ina; remain raw like Bus in his prime I flip modes when I'm busting a rhyme And your squad not f**ing with mine I light a black, take a puff and recline Sipping yak with a couple of dimes In the trap where the hustlers grind Yo, this block belong to cousins of mines I never been a dickrider or a switch-sider I'm a thoroughbred for life, about to build a empire Kinda sorta flow like water Form a army to rebel against the New World Order Stop the black man slaughter, f** a Klansman's daughter All to be achieved through the rhymes I recorded Eighty-five percent of y'all is blind to the facts That's the reason y'all don't get a lot of rhymes in my raps It's like that, y'all