, try it, getting fat? then you better ched it, Ab-swing, blue blocker, Tupac or Biggy, East coast, west coast, Fat Joe or fifty, Thatcher the shifty
Metropolis creates mob and mob creates its face Megalopolis builds barriers, you die under their stress The mob creates its atmosphere: Bitches, drugs
down and observe my lyrics The atmospheres of organism we apparently living Since the beginning, The Law of Three, The Law of Seven On question, the principle of scale or
need at least seven figures to even touch that But since everybody was underestimatin my format I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that Aint a rapper dead or
hell, We're only destroying ourselves, Religion gets its way, so God has his say, And the Holy propaganda is free... He WHO IS! WHO IS! and is coming