Yeah, as we click and the furuistic zillionares you know what I'm saying back in the day we used roll up some hoes never thought I'd be writing up a scroll on these halls now a day n***az be twistin up for the conversation in my day n***az was twisted off the meditation (allllll child) in my day n***az was living off of the plantation never ever catchin some n***az with a occupation now a dayz n***az be fiendin for the masturbation from a b**h that got a dick with a clit-pulsatin I say is what I said that's right n***az be hatin just waitin to be catching a fist to the face waitin for a n***a to go insane, catch a case cause his drink was laced. now check it out.. I'm trying to finish this album while the economy's fallin drama be callin like it's palmin and dialin a quarter diamond behind is a war in a mind of a foreman climate designed for enormous giant dime proportions...riots outside the recordin wires fires were scorchin...hydrants apply to the stores where buyers are hypin and supportin the violence the morgue is supplying, more over the line stiff brisk overly silent soldiers and pilots, my eyes to the ceilin fan's spinning by its limbs, the news is touchin like violins pluckin by the strings, my enviroment sufferin like me by the pen trying to find the next line to blend comin with nothin I'm trying to rhyme again