Blazing on your local ghetto street corner
Songwriters: Xavier Lorenzo Mosley, Timothy Jerome Parker
It's the chief, uh-huh
Soccer ball, kick 'em all, drop 'em in the Bay say
G-A-B'll bring the richness of the sun into your gray day
The chief, uh-huh
Mack rap verbally pimp, uh-huh
Blazing on your local ghetto street corner
The gift, uh-huh
I'm a level higher than the intermediate
Soldier-like stripes, word to Spike, build a vice is
I'm mentally shitting the wisdom of centuries
The chief, uh-huh
Mack rap verbally pimp, uh-huh
Bona fide nice ice, Dolomite type
Be all on sacred scepter jocking, like a Pele
Glowing like solar kites, sho ya right quite
Sorta like Border Heights, what a sight, yipes
Publishers: GAB'S GIFTED MUSIC, OBRAFO MUSIC
Merciless in battle leaving enemies bent, it's the gift
The chief, uh-huh
Slick-slippery, quick ripping these, shift physically
It's the gift, uh-huh
The gift, uh-huh
Showing motherfuckers how to hold a mic right
Zen trickery, get the gist, sent wizardry
Background, police records, history, rent
Blazing on your local ghetto street corner
Here to give your mortal mind a lift, uh-huh
Fatter than your nigga Albert yelling, "Hey, hey, hey"
Photo volt bright light, hold the funk inside
The chief, uh-huh
I'm the verbal hunter going after my prey
Tearing up the drum and bringing heat, uh-huh
Skew 'em on the barb' with some hickory chips
Lay it underneath the surface of the earth and let it stay way
Mack rap verbally pimp, uh-huh
The gift, uh-huh
Saw the bright light, rappers caught a night-night
Wit, go on like a centipede's length
Lace another rhythm with my signature
Lace another rhythm with my signature
It's the chief, uh-huh
Warring time, mortifying, sauna flying lines
Mack rap verbally pimp, uh-huh
Drift with a kick kicking me
Photo light images Yoda might bite
Rappers, I don't care about your gender, descent
Hickory dickory, emcees are sick of me
Lace another rhythm with my signature
Borderline Einstein, horrifying times
Lines are inclined shine, dine in my shrine
Block shock, thunderous beats, uh-huh
Shutting down your business like 15-80K day
It's the chief, uh-huh
It's the gift, uh-huh
Rhyming, hey that beat like grime and shining be my pay day
It's the chief, uh-huh
Block shock, thunderous beats, uh-huh
Tearing up the drum and bringing heat, uh-huh
The gift, uh-huh
If you ain't efficient you'll be all up in a melee
Eyes in my mind, pulse signs in my rhymes
Swerving off a nitro ice-cold quarter pint
Block shock, thunderous beats, uh-huh
Tearing up the drum and bringing heat, uh-huh
Like this, into me, it is a secret
Block shock, thunderous beats, uh-huh
Tearing up the drum and bringing heat, uh-huh
Beats to the rhythm, rock raps in the day
Out of sight and mind so you can focus on your time in climbing
Smoke like a sack of that northern light hype
Here to give your mortal mind a lift, uh-huh
Take your AK, put it in a little tray
Here to give your mortal mind a lift, uh-huh
It's the gift, uh-huh
Sure to strike, pouring like water might, I
Emcees pretend to be kin to the gift
Rappers want flames, man, I injure these shrimps
It's the gift, uh-huh
Unpaid evictions, charge penalties sent
Ordered like slaughter fights for the fight-type
Feast on adrenaline, master the way
Putting on apprentices like Brandy did Ray J
They Running for the highest mountain yelling out, "Mayday"
Lace another rhythm with my signature
Here to give your mortal mind a lift, uh-huh
Split-lickety, spit it could be lit
G-A-B, the great annihilator of the way they
Blazing on your local ghetto street corner