I Never See The Whips Niggas Be

I Sip The Dom P Watching Gandhi Til I'm Charged - Writing In My Book Of Rhymes, All The Words Past The Margin

Street's Disciple, My Raps Are Trifle. I Shoot Slugs From My Brain Just Like A Rifle.

Some Seek Fame Cause They Need Validation, Some Say Hating Is Confused Admiration.

On The Reals, All These Crab Niggaz Know The Deal, When We Start The Revolution, All They'll Probably Do Is Squeal.

I Don't Kill Soloists Only Kill Squads