[Intro] I flow overzealous, so I know n***as is jealous They called me Lobo in that hell in a cell sh** I got out, said I'm gonna tell my story I never wanted to be one of them little selfless kids on Maury I'm too f**en selfous Glory, I always liked gory beats The bloody ones, that got real rugged son Rugged son, while I look at the troubled ones I'm one of them Son of a gun, son of a b**h Uh man, doing somersaults and sh** Uh, and summer sh** I guess that's the deadline I'm ahead of my time Breaking bread, do you want some paganist? Uh. just flip the script They say I'm a paganist sh** They never wanna hear the alienated I'm an alien I already gave it a Hundred and 10 I can keep it a hundred again Hunned again, do it up in the tundred the wind Uh you can feel it, its so chilly yo Uh, cheerios how we do Outkast, yeah around they're doing doo- Doo beats man its uhh so f**en crazy Listening to voodoo Jimi Hendrix I'm feelin like Hendrix As I dip again with the pen sh** Sometimes I do it by mental, so simple Uh, I Lennon a beat Just hope that you'll remember me And thats the December breeze The December breeze man and them December leaves uh Going to uh eventually Grow back, Kodak See that, that is so flash Uh can't you see that, just know that I'm runnin' supersonic speed Keeping up with my shadow I need it, it with ya soul And I'm the, that a**hole Act rascal, he pa** go He gets his money Uh, from jumpstreet told you from jumpstreet Since I came from those Croes streets, hungry Uh, from those Croes streets, Crow-bars So hard while I bogart In Noah's ark, two by the two too Uh, I guess this is blue like tutu's Tutu what it do to toe-toe I guess yo-yo uh just to get dough dough Uh, I went do-do's Uh Want me a fo-fo A fo-five, said when I get out I'm gonna get me a gun Get me a gun, stick to the script ummmmm Uh, but I'se a hell-raiser Tell momma well later Gotta go back to the lab, to my room and sh** Uh and I know Uh, until the moon gets where the sun be I mean uh man From jumpstreet from jumpstreet From the Croes Streets with the crow-bars Uh, bout to uh go hard Brooklyn, n***a ain't even from Brooklyn But a crook and, n***a way too f**en crooked grin Crooked grins, I can see a bunch of crooked grins Book-ed and uh On the streets too I'm (Glor- ) God blessed to be out on the streets too [Outro]