[Verse 1]
Professor, profes stay to the streets
But this ain't no religion
This a mystical speech
Just peek, into the ghostly eyes
They slamming from the chiva
And they caught a surprise
I share a bond
But some years are gone
I'm a Westside felon with the 4 4 long
Sing along
And be part of the chorus
I could see muthufuckers like the iron walrus
Homie store this
The lab arisen your mind
Ese memory banks
Filled with C-O-N rhymes
A chamber, astain the rope
Regalistic murder ese be the winds short
Library's, the catalog weapon
Download a curse
The West was strengthen
Plus the veil, of secrecy
Behind the madness ain't shit to me
Cus my child hood
Been a crazy lifetime
For many of us we just bomb on sight
I'm Imperial Rabbs
In a cosmic sense
I'm a road scientist ese cooking that meth
In my book rhymes cured
I'm a serekive son
Dope was my dad and mom was a gun
I hance the possession a warrior priest
And I'ma silence those that be willing to speak
Who fail to reserve the code we live by
I start with murder 2 could die
Suicide slums full of traffickers
Bitch say something and we after her
She schemed against
So she deemed to fail
Unstoppable force
The corpse just fell
This a psychic link along with couraging fella
A medicine killa
Half Mexica and Spaniard
[Hook]
Professor, that's what I am
Enroll in my class
And I'll teach you to blast
Professor, why you give me the meth?
Cus you don't pay attention when the subject is meth
Professor, just give me ah chance
I could bring 3 bricks if you let me advance