Talking:

Yo, I ain't gone take too long let me get up here and talk my shit real quick..

Verse 1:

Tell these groupies I'm goin' stoopy like your mama in that pull pit/ passin' time, passin' spliffs, passin' by that bullshit/ but trying to feel Jacksons with Grants, with hella Frankies/ cuz frankly this beat should thank me how I'm crafting these notes/ with passionate quotes, spazzing like "that bastard is dope"/ asking for caskets when its murder he wrote/ excuse me, ever so smoothly assist the doobie/ Ricky Ruby in that studio/ burning clips, moving slow, no this ain't no movie tho/ never need no cue to go, official to the cuticles/ pollinate these piles of doe/ politics as usual, but you should know/ my tribal get hostile like a pack of Hutu's/ metal militia and I'm Desmond Tutu/ run with rebels like Mobutu , abuse you/ I'm Chakra Zulu, manipulate your mind and body like its voodoo/ my shit is crucial, your shit is doo doo/ but n***a do you, and set if off if you choose to/ prepare to meet your end/ up against the wind like Cleo hoppin out that '62/ your last ditch attempt was futile... muthafucka