Reincarnated like a melted liquid, incarsonated in a rap prison
im more hated than tha time god had them nails hit in him
im articulate, never pointless, an addtictive rush
thatll see me go platnium plus, a genious
an incessant feeling, a blessing to an adolescent thru meaning
quite pleasant, until i heard heaven has no healing
to fiction im imperior, so an infictional listener
hailed campahines to terror, makes me a polictical prisoner
like Mutulu Shakur, 60 years in a cell, makes it 60 years in hell
im in an indoor war, but tha troops is marching on a carpet floor
to sell market rap, from Treach to death i stretch a harpet of cash
most consiensious, to a load of nonsence, thru an ear ova a mic
no media hype, im tha superior sight, that you hear every night
tha senior kind, a carear thru rhymes, got my gear with no tears to cry
a dangerous slogan, too keep me rollin, heres my tooken
skate snowin, u hate knowin i culd put a whole in u like a doughnut
i bust slugs as quick as it takes for u to hiccup
i love thugz, on to my methods, these words are my weapons
u seemed apologetic, like u didnt appriciate me wreckless
this lifes still hectic, snatch his neckless, never let it affect us
Chorus: This word of thought, was all I was taught
To ponder on a gift, an no longer put up with ur shit
To pump from my trunk these mysteries, tha lunchbox to history
Tha fabulous kid, i spit for happiness to live, to also be positive
no gladness in fibs, like laxotives make u shit, no panic i can manage one rip
i want encouragment, i got tha nourishment, but not enough supplement
dead bodies lay in there hundreds, we choose to play in our bandages
i need a favour from these words, thank Lelia Steinberg, helped pac enter this world
ive been cut up an framed, like a pitball mauled at my brain
so often labeled insane, but theres more justice from rap than there is in chains
from Afeni, never greedy, feed u tha power to see me, this world needs me
im now needy, they tryin to screw with you,
