Hook/Chorus:

Now I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam Rock the park

In the Bronx but I still snap skulls in the dark

So can you recoginze shit is real

When I shove this ampex 4 9 9 up your rectum

I'm ready to bust every bitch niggas cherry

See these floods in January got me lookin' in the mirror

Screamin' Bloody Mary

Unnecessary representin' equal set trippin'

Divided by my tennis hoe pimpin'

Got all ya'll niggas dippin', like Lipton Tea Bags, son

His stilo Jeet Kune Do the way of the intercepting fist

Intercepting every sublimial dis

Geographic, prejudice against increments of incredulos legislature

Pschologically, I masturbate with the hands of fate

So bust nuts on Mother Nature coming on your landscape

I'm pressing California license plate

For niggas in all 50 fucking states

But its biting me and fighting me

Inviting me to rhyme I can't hold it back

I'm lookin' for the line

Takin' off my lamb skin, Marc Buchanan

Cause I'm a make you see L.A. (U.C.L.A.) like Ed O'Bannon

Nigga come in peace and brothers can kick it

But you ain't gonna walk me streets

When back east you sellin' wolf tickets

Reciprocate the player hatin'

Bring the bullshit to you

Going through yo coast, like the Green Gar GNU

Who said no is good gnews

But gniggas is gnot gnowing about the gnext shit that I be flowin'

So don't represent at my expense

It's too expensive

The first and last line of my definse is my sentence

You got causght off the coast of the Pacific Ocean

Found face down floatin'

With yo' fuckin' neck broken

Hook

I walk the planet and create tremor