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1 A.M., I'm at my best
Twistin' trees at my rest
Melt with hash, sippin' Heiny, hittin' states in a G.S
With my grimeys n***as blowin' up throughout the 90s
Stayin' lit with the Chocolate Armoretta plus a dime piece
Takin' Gortex steps, 'cause shit gets hot
Pistols pop, some you hear, some you know when you drop
Twisting off the bottle top, contemplate fate then plot
While n***as walk around with all they got in one knot
For real, I build a mini-Israel, rougher the fish scale
Like the Red Sea, deep and deadly, though I'm a sit still
Imagine being gassed up, your time passed up
Thinking you Lord sipping wine out of brass cup your last supper's
Served, without Grace son about face
I hung a nun in '91 to captivate the rap race
You ain't from the pros or the 'jects, the nines or the techs
Chapter One, today's Math, 'True Dialect'