puttin the mic through some turbulance
dial 911 for sirens from the ambulance
rhym left this short bus nigga motionless
fell into shock, my skills like bach
on time like tick to the tock on your clock
as you fools get body rocked from stone
gravel to the dirt fell victim to my hand held chrome
forensics found only spallterd pieces of dome
a broke cell phone and a fall simialr to cesar's rome.

now a prodigy once was a protoge
media wants me dead or locked away
mold like clay, so hot melt like ice
got more money than chinas got rice
cook up dope with sugar and spice,
addatives and perservatives
turnin this country into conservative
sess pool degenerates, fighting for oil and such
when kids today in the system go with out lunch
no shoes on their feet getting kicked or punched.