The beat sounds exotic but I'm not no Jamaican Listen to the topic, lotsa bro's are mistaken Jamaicans, rastas smoke for the honour of Jah But that same one's far away - from every doper, fool the pope, the priests are not believed c'mplete atheists but the joe schmo's still seek high spirits the ones that used to smoke pallmall - just for the habit have it big with h - and a drughead as a babysit They grab it, and stab it, that heavenly fluid until their teeth look all grind grit This s___ submits you to join the zoids - the droids But made by their own choice A lack-a-deck could be a drag A drag could lead you to this goddamn smack yeah, and all this to lead you to the last track f___ up your mind with that g______ crack now, my drug's a drug that only talks About the cons of this piece of a rock Piece of the rock Piece of the rock infects a whole block not 'cos of the size, 'cos it's a small product thugs guarantee a shock and a show in the dark, it blinds your eyes - yes, 'cos it's snow Redlight-zone, check out where you roam their hands in their pockets, they offer in a low tone try to imagine the shape they're in slim to the bone, but b ain't the vitamin they offer and suffer for the daily scheme men come in teams, for a g on a pipedream me myself, I met one at a quarter to twelve white as a pillow, walked like an elf she asked me how much I want to offer her to do work I refuse, I try to lose, with acting like a jerk she just wants piece of the rock