sell drugs, pimp slap a broad, I've never done
but I'm clever son, just ask me to lecture none
a general, rap phenom, sad stories, you see mom?
guerilla type on the one two's, wanna free 'nam?
I slip its gravy, you slippin we upside your head
you wanna fight the dead, your pride just fled
while you highlighting reasons, I chalk your dame
while you try to run shit I'm on the walk of fame
nice and easy do it, cut you down try the knees
I'm too insane says who you? do I look siamese
not here to amaze, kill em softly, bullet graze
kids stuck in a maze, acting like its just a phase
but I'm on my historical hype, deplorable type
seeing all types of ish, inhale from the oracle pipe
all over the place in it, replacing facts with instinct
drink to this, robberies so quick more then two fists
you want to be a winner, I'm a sinner you know that binger
carry piff that linger, toke and lifes simpler
unlike any other I learned to be the best simply
accolades, ecstasy pats on the back the crest gives me
parents tried to deter, but still I want to hurt you
my rules be unwritten, the way I break them like curfew
a rude boy that disses them from afar dropping lingo
but never to flashy, throwing rocks at windows
Most of it, like the first 14-16 lines I wrote to the "Onion Head" instrumental. After that I just felt like keystyling in silence.