With classic material, imperial and rugged like
Oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover right
You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven
Have him on Death Row searchin' for an Inter scope
You will on day seven
Hungry hip hop junkie in the city
Vision like Coleco or tel, I battle stars in stellar
Got mag but my slugs a mic
Hungry hip hop junkie in the city
Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to set it
Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos
So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial
In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin' the swine
Season of mind, body and regions divine
Hungry hip hop junkie in the city
Turn this shit up just a little more
Hummin' comin' towards you with power like forwards do
Yo, niggaz don't want none of this
Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
Niggaz know they can't fuck with this
Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild
Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm explorin' you
A praise in hell, raisin heaven
Flowin' room temperature, cats is presumed miniature
Skip ladies, this is rip a muthafucka night
Hold a Stone Isle profile
I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style
Came in this rap life nude now I'm fully clothed with flows
I walk the night in rhymin' armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat
Verbal vegetarian, squashed beef with Ice Cube
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Like golf soft like Tiger Woods
Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin'
You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes
My reason of rhyme applies to season and time
You need to do more deletin' and less savin'
You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight
On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision
What you should have known from day one
And real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric
Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated
Crews is gettin' split like decisions com will let it ride in collision
Players is gettin' traded, I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded
Rhyme wise, you a rest haven
Now, it's teethin'
My juice is grated shit is so bangin' niggaz say it's gang related
Like the bill on my pager leavens
Songwriters: Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Dion Wilson
Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring
Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara symbolize dope, like sirens do terror
I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist