No money in my pocket gotta catch the bus
No jimmies in my wallet never wrapping up
See I rap enough and give it to em raw
Got flaws to make em plot my downfall
What doesn't k** me crowns me the godfather
Stay filthy, sipping on bong water
From the slums where guns create symphonies
Summer k**ing sprees towns known for infamy
On rooftops who shot ya out my boom box
New cops we buck em down while the moons hot
Loose twats roam the city stacking paper
Spend it on crack rock getting higher than skyscrapers
Yo, I'm immune to the "who's that dude?"
Stay cool in the slums skating to Badu
Dodging pot holes even though they dig the sounds like archaeologists
I drop flows and godly with the rhythm
Now here's a tale of a man who tells tales
But lived his life humble in the slums of Brazil
One night he dreamed a legacy, but what it seems ain't always what it meant to be
See it was written in his destiny to seek the truth young man
Give food for thought and recipe and feed it to the young who starving need
All you see is crime in the city
Kids riding round and they rolling on the sticky green like spring clean
Them allergies hit me got me sneezing on the track The Gods blessing the session
Dissect the mural that I'm sketching
Inject the knowledge that flows through every lesson
It's Mad Peace so respect my discretion
A Mad Genius frequently always present
I'm out here making statements, scribble toxic inside the pages
Sipping serenity, searching for my identity
Got me questioning life the reason why we live it
These blind sheep in search of a proper gimmick
I'm just a witness to this race for mad cash
Watch em rob and k**, escape on a fast dash
While my people sit in agony
Shouting out blasphemy doesn't lead to much but d** and more casualties
No place like home tell me where your hearts at
Lawtown where they known for getting cars jacked
Leaving cats lying on the concrete
Heroin transact detach his soul from his body
Pour out the rum rest in peace to the villainy!