Think it's ironic i'm hooked on dat chronic
And you "Hooked on Phonics"
My weed hydroponic, I'm sippin' dat tonic
b**h I am the bomb you can call me atomic
My reach is cosmic
Flow is psychotic cuz i'm an anarchist
And my dick a yardstick, migo you lucky that I don't want your b**h
Short introduction i'm bout my division
I was created to leave an incision
And i'm comin' at you with laser precision
Grew up in projects, never no sub-division
Didn't have no provision
Life was a head on collision
I hate to relive it and f** yo' position
You need a physician after you listen to me
Cuz i'm leaking poison emission
Should put me in prison;
Call me raps technician
Stand for opposition
Don't need no permission
Only know addition
Always had ambition
And always thought life was a mission
And mine was become a musician
Still have not made that transition
Still makin sh** disappear in na street
David Blaine im a f**in' magician
Never been trapped, I escape like Houdini
My life is whatever I envision
Usin my third eye summon premonition
Never been one to talk down condescending
Now in whatever you see me i'm winnin'
Never caught up in my feelins'
I got a wife for dat
For everything else got that strap
.40 Glock takin yo thoughts out yo head
50 round drum, you can't say he ain't dead
(To Be Continued)