i got some feelings of straight killings
killin unwillin inside crack house buildings
stickin movin shankin and dankin
brush to the canvas like the picture im paintin
with hats turned , herb burned and hot money earned
goin thru some shit but i aint concerned
and every body reppin flags
jamaar got shot memorial on my dog tag
same old shit
everybody stay in one clique
with same ideas of gettin rich
fuckin the same bitch
watchin will smith in hitch
met new era and said i would lead the way
the prodigy is how they know me today
im the craziest caucasian to ever hit a mic
ill jump all over ya ass like ali in fight night
im a killa smoke to much to be a drug dealer
so much herbal pracitice like a new age healer
im reala than ya favorite m.c
they second to me
i told you once i told you twice bitch im the prodigy
talk a mile a minute like it aint hard
sittin outside blowin dank in my front yard
with no cops in sight
my high takes flight
vibin while i write
chillin by the day smokin with the hypes
i hit it by the bag size to the type
and ill keep inhalin till my brain feelin rype
no wanksta 100 percent hardcore
no fuckin whores
with keys openin doors
