, try it, getting fat? then you better ched it, Ab-swing, blue blocker, Tupac or Biggy, East coast, west coast, Fat Joe or fifty, Thatcher the shifty
Metropolis creates mob and mob creates its face Megalopolis builds barriers, you die under their stress The mob creates its atmosphere: Bitches, drugs
live now, perhaps regret later Don't call me atheist, I do believe that God's greater But is it in you, or is it in me Or maybe just he, defines celebrity
it, try it, getting fat? then you better ched it, Ab-swing, blue blocker, Tupac or Biggy, East coast, west coast, Fat Joe or fifty, Thatcher the shifty
merry, festive drums playin A real cool atmosphere, you know what I'm sayin? Tipped through the crowd, aloha aloha Mingled like a single, then yo I Stopped dead
need at least seven figures to even touch that But since everybody was underestimatin my format I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that Aint a rapper dead or