palms to me What they want they take from me What I got they gotta take There's no more truth, it's all a fake BUILD ME BUILD ME A BOMB THEN ALL
they'll label me a paranoid schizophrenic My rhyme's authentic Just like that giant asteroid that's headed straight for our planet They call me a manic
whole league in Jones Beach And bake berry, the H jerry's is so sweet So brief, aim's gone, in the building O.G.'s ain't honor the brilliant, except
