[Intro: Julius]
Luciano in this bitch
It's that type of shit right here make a n***a wanna finish frustrations and shit
Check it, I say

[Verse I: Julius]
Life is fucked up
When I say that I'm certain
When I say that I'm searching
For a statement to replace that assertion
Used to be hot headed to the point, my wave cap was burning
This dates back to birth when
I was young I felt I ain't have a purpose
To make matters worse
I was staying mad exerting
Energy. The shit I seen was way past disturbing
What I observed made me mad 'till I became mad observant
I stick with a migraine
In my great mind
'till my hate migrates
To mics might take time
A plight make rhymes
Treat life like a dice game
Nah that advice ain't mine
Fuck chance I live by fate I'm
Positive that rap'll survive
On hip-hop, the mister
There's no ladder that I can't climb
Hip-hop is in a box, but the box ain't prime
It's made of solid hate
It's locked in chains
Let's stock a change
So, every eye in the box stays prying
Me, I fight for my same kind
I'm a monotheist
This not a shot at Jesus
I praise god
I pray to Yahweh
Some say [?]
If you say yours, than I say mine
If you a Christian, be a Christian but for Christ sakes mind
Your biz. Invading my space you guys ain't time
I'm on a mission; I cannot waste time
Wait a minute where my fitted?
Cap low to mask my bad mood
You read my mood wrong, get it backwards that's doom
For you. I'm upsetting pass some bad news
My pump stop you abruptly, my gat is that rude
Never sat in classrooms
Only academic I knew was my sagging denim
While you cats was at school
I was stacking, scratching
Not bagging crack
Shrooms or acid tabs
The dude who ran with rap crews
Pop was ghostly, never had a dad dude
Shook when I was in the womb. A bastard that soon
The shit sucked, yeah my past got a vacuum
Feeling to it, I'm feeling you I'm past it that's cool
I got a MAC to plastic bag you
Crackers that view
Us like tapping black coons
My swagger has plumed
Hand me cash or it's clap and tap pew
BRRRRA TA TA BOOM!