Hook/Chorus:
Now I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam Rock the park
In the Bronx but I still snap skulls in the dark
So can you recoginze shit is real
When I shove this ampex 4 9 9 up your rectum
I'm ready to bust every bitch niggas cherry
See these floods in January got me lookin' in the mirror
Screamin' Bloody Mary
Unnecessary representin' equal set trippin'
Divided by my tennis hoe pimpin'
Got all ya'll niggas dippin', like Lipton Tea Bags, son
His stilo Jeet Kune Do the way of the intercepting fist
Intercepting every sublimial dis
Geographic, prejudice against increments of incredulos legislature
Pschologically, I masturbate with the hands of fate
So bust nuts on Mother Nature coming on your landscape
I'm pressing California license plate
For niggas in all 50 fucking states
But its biting me and fighting me
Inviting me to rhyme I can't hold it back
I'm lookin' for the line
Takin' off my lamb skin, Marc Buchanan
Cause I'm a make you see L.A. (U.C.L.A.) like Ed O'Bannon
Nigga come in peace and brothers can kick it
But you ain't gonna walk me streets
When back east you sellin' wolf tickets
Reciprocate the player hatin'
Bring the bullshit to you
Going through yo coast, like the Green Gar GNU
Who said no is good gnews
But gniggas is gnot gnowing about the gnext shit that I be flowin'
So don't represent at my expense
It's too expensive
The first and last line of my definse is my sentence
You got causght off the coast of the Pacific Ocean
Found face down floatin'
With yo' fuckin' neck broken
Hook
I walk the planet and create tremor
