[Verse 1]
Check my dialect these rhymes timeless
Homie check my mindset, n***a you could disect my brain
You could see everythang is in the process of progress
k** ya heart with kindness
We are on a conquest with Con Men and Convicts
Brother this is more than a project
Mister this is Issac..Newton writing revolutions for the new scientist
Hold up on the comments
I could be a psychiatrist in a lethal environment
But since we being honest, I just want to vibe and forget I got a conscience
[Verse 2]
Terrorizing these tyrants with my dialect
Poetry in motion my motive started in 96
While ya'll spitting that non-sense for 9 cents a comment
I'mma be higher than stars and comets
And keep it honest a young n***a with promise
With more dollars in the future drop the sense like Common
You a comic boy you ain't king
This reality young man this ain't dreams
Keep it fly, Pilots say I'm an inspiration
And I'm so hot nuns think I'm acquainted with Satan
It's funny how money have your close friends hate you
Enemies love you and some family snake you
They hate to adapt to your path
I just laugh cause it ain't bad when money changing the forecast
Before hand I tell soft cats to fall back
Before you f** around and have x-prints on ya ball cap
And you're invited to read these paragraphs my bars are too sharp
I could split you in half
If I was spitting 16 and 6 ruptured your spleen, I could destroy your team with 2 bars a piece
That's how a n***a eat 6 Mc's, n***a
Thats how a n***a eat 6 mc's, the 7th got away I'm saving him for another day
[Verse 3]
Prepare for demolition I'm loading up ammunition
Why these n***as worried 'bout what I'm cooking up in my kitchen
I just finished the dishes and relocated utensils
I heard n***as in the mood for some music thats monumental
Yeah, something thats detrimental, plant it right in ya mental
My team came in the building to see what we could get into
Yeah.. murder instrumentals and rape a hoe n***as ego
Grew up around 40's, crack residue and some weed smoke
Cause we know n***as is ruthless over the C-Notes
Shooting dice games the corner be the casino
Watch a n***a soc a n***a over soccer tee's yo
Trade his soul for soles, they looking right on his feet though
Speak so n***as will know what ya motives are
I came in this game murdering trap stars with bars
Hazardous holocoust for n***as that wanna floss
And since they boss dog, call me Cesar Milan