approach me Like the blind, death, dumb, who mind was left numb A non B-Boy nigga, couldn't rhyme to the drum When I started M.C.'ing I entered, the gates
Drake man, young sweet Jones I never cheat unless you count the girls I cheat on I know you can't bring every single one you meet home Home sick just when I thought I was
some shit was said about blue and red but I'm colour blind and I gotta nine threw up the sign I cock the 9, I cock the 9. [Loco S.A.B] Well nigga pop
gotta wait for the album I don't fuck with The Source But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump
court I'm lettin freedom ring From the hole in my glock, for fuckin off Rodney King It ain't shit that you can ask us And since justice is blind, I'm
I'm fightin cause they got me Known as a King knowin what they did to Rodney I know you know the deal, it's open season on my race I'm black and I'm proud
: styled after 'Joy to the World'] B-boy to the world, MC to some Let Rap receive her King B-boy to the world, Savior to more Let Rap receive her King
Hand full of aces outlined with big faces Spend ya last dime for a nice piece of shine I know, I did it when my ass was runnin' blind False advertisement
mine cause I think I'm gone quit Cause what I've seen is the thing I don't get Well since a teen well I think I don't fit Now what I mean when I'm thinking
we sitting on these sidelines With our ears and eyes We're dumb, deaf and blind While the devil's in our sights But you didn't seem to mind When I was
first ones made I gotta watch (what kind), iced out cartier I gotta rolley but that's somethin' that I hardly wear I'm Lil' Flip, the coldest freestyle ever Since day one I was
Big Luiz can shine, I got 13 tanks I am in a gang, you know I got wank I'm with Lil' Matt and Lil' Hustle I got 15 pounds of pure mexican muscle Look
hide C.I.A should D.O.A., K.G.B. should R.I.P. That's what on my mind The bible was changed to suit King James Many empty lies, hear say, hear say, hear
away the car I drive I'mma still be Mary Blige [Mary] Deep inside I wish you'd see That I'm just plain old Mary Deep inside I wish you'd see That I'm
with you MCs B Ya'll beneath me And my raps bring horror like a board of Ouiji Of course I'm the king, get my shine on And I blind y'all cause they call
you up like you was pleated Like some slacks and, relaxin, be strollin like some cats then I got a, baby daughter, and I feed her with this rappin Not trappin, b
a holiday F--k it 'cause I wanna So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner I ain't drinkin' no 40 I B thinkin' time wit' a nine Until we get
what I said, I take fake emcees and crown'em like they name was Checkers, Trap'em in a corner like a game of backgammon, I'm slammin' like Onyx, my rhymes