10 strong and 20 full
Fools behind my back talking shit
About myself, my crew
They do it in private, do it in public
For their fans, in front of their friends
Yet never bring it my pad
It 1520 1st ave. Oakland apt. 1
Stop by and get your careers over with already
You can demean us and call us elitist
Defeatist short leaded ideas
Black out as heart heated reason
Ya beefin' I'm over achieving
In you dis-believing meaning
Even knows that your breathing
Ya -uckin with deep end
Stepping to me and my L.L.C and
Count with the sheep and caught
Over cousin death seeking
2-D in uneven speaking weakened
Heathens you're over sleeping
In this world you can never get what's owed
And I ain't never took a thing
That I ain't rightfully stole
Only thing I regret's to whom I am in debt
So we stepped star to the clay
Before it had readied our day
For those who waxwing beside it
So is it every man for his island?
Or every hour glass to its sand?
Fuck that we taking hands
Kill in the name of the ant
And we ride to die giving
In the kingdom of can't
Ain't a damn thing white or book-light about this
I will take your name
You call my passion your game
You fools fall I'm aimed
These lamb like lions can get tamed
And Im'a set whip on you when I see you
Defeat'll come for your weak
I'm a cure your sleep...
No. You can't have the hook
It's for your face, you gape
We can battle for names, see who becomes who
Except you don't own yours
You ain't no gangster, you sleep too much
And all these fools calling me a faggot when they on all the dick
Just another F word for the weakest in the herd