[MΔя†ïÅN] The words of the Prophet It's either Nas or me I got people asking their own doctor What's wrong with me Spirits haunting, they on to me You only see this on T.V Rap's blissing sound missing Put the face on the milk carton please Walk 'round with a handful Of Recess Piece and my Jesus piece Enjoying the breeze, Jordan's crease But screw it, they'll just re-release What you need to be, is ready B Best stay on your guard Going hard, raising the bar Damn, my flow is off the charts R.I.P Capital STEEZ It's so hard to say goodbye But I think it's about time To finally open my third eye Tryna use morphine Only attracts more more fiends Need to double my luck I guess that makes fourteen All those other people try to do Is smoke more green Tell me, does a pool full of liquor Have chlorine? We got no rights So I threw out my left brain Cross the galaxy with a spaceship Then transfer to the F train