[Common]   Yo, niggaz don't want none of this   Niggaz know they can't fuck with this   Turn this shit up just a little more      I walk the night in rhymin armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat   Have him on Death Row searchin for an Interscope   Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara   Symbolize dope, like sirens do terror   Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated   Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it   Players is gettin traded   I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded   My juice is grated   Shit is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related   On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision   Crews is gettin split like decisions   Com will let it ride in collision   Vision like Coleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar...   Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring   Now, it's teethin   My reason of rhyme applies to season and time   Season of mind, body and regions divine   In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin the swine   Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube   Came in this rap life nude   Now I'm fully clothed with flows   You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes   Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos   With classic material, imperial and rugged like   Got mag, but my slugs a mic   You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight   Skip ladies, this is rip a muthafucka night   Oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover right   Downtown interracial lovers hold hands   I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style   Hold a Stone Isle profile   Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild   Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin   Hummin comin towards you with power like forwards do   Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm Explorin you    So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial   Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature   Like golf. Soft like Tiger Woods   And real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric   Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it   I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist   Rhyme wise, you a rest haven   You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven   You need to do more deletin and less savin   A praise in hell, raisin heaven   Like the bill on my pager leavens   What you should have known from day one   You will on day seven      "Hungry hip hop junkie in the city" (*scratched 3X*)