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)