Supreme iso
\nMy mind meditates on my flows
\nMelee to the maestro, *triple high mode?*
\nRather roll a blunt than iceplode
\nGrab my flag, spit the truth on the roots of the white home
\nTalking government cover with laws of fucking crime code
\nTime holes, five folds, knowing that all the lines potent
\nExpose the eschalon
\nGrab the wisdom, write with the weapon
\nThey know the pressure on
\nRing in your ear like pression
\nKeep on pressing on
\nSee the profit, pictures of American prophet
\nLike your pockets, a far higher option
\nHalf my mind is gone from the drug abuse
\nSmoking addiction to calm my nerves
\nI'm a troubled youth
\nBlessed with the diction
\nI rape with words
\nI'mma fuck the booth
\nPass that to my crew
\nPut her on a noose
\nLawless in cahoots
\nWe the niggas you should follow
\nFuture moulders for tomorrow
\nEvery beat I lay down like sleepy hollow
\nRapping till I'm headless
\nBut fucks giving, who affected?
\nHigher mind, better direction
\nI'm a rebel with a reason, see the ink on the pain
\nDon't think
\nCall 'em *Ink or ball crane?*
\nTell 'em Xali's insane
\nNew Jack rap, with the sav' to get your soul smacked
\nSee my flow cracked, lace dope on the whole track
\nNot turning, no hold back
\nSlash your whole back
\nMy niggas fried by the pigs
\nI can't get those souls back
\nWatch a waterfall before your eyes
\nWhat control that?
\nTake your heart to the dark, tell the gully hold that
\nSee the harsh, hella ugly, you've gotta behold that
\nTryn'a get control back
\nTryn'a get control back
\n
\nThis is living explicit
\nBreeded with a common sickness to breed the illest
\nShowing you the rugged realness, raw, illicit
\nMary Magdalene on your missus watch you sitting with the Christians
\nSee I'll even the same subject
\nWell, sin in secret reaching success
\nDon't judge me, for showing you to the maximum
\nHalf of us are stuck in this system set to trapping us
\nFinger to the government
\nYeah, this my rapping, fuck
\nFor all my niggas in the hood with the hatchet tucked
\nSee, they scratching us off the list they contain
\nOf the ones they see fit with worth to maintain
\nAnybody stuck in poverty, back of the line
\nTake it back in your time
\nSlay the back of your mind
\n'Cause you're black and you're kind
\nHow the fuck is that our problem?
\nNiggas wasn't born with racial options
\nHigher than the cockpit?
\nMurder times, see the clock hit
\nEarthquake your worth
\nWatch the relish on your rock shift
\nImmaculate conception
\nChurch homie reflection
\nA higher mind for my new direction
\nI'm on this rap shit off of these hepes
\nLyrical attraction, call me the tempest
\nTalking to the trenches of new selection
\nNew representers of crude expression
\nStill I slide different to society
\nWord to the Boston's inner side of me
\nGrinding to survive the streets
\nThe supply is cheap
\nFeed your soul with bullshit
\nImpose the profit on the pulpit
\nProphet of the foolish
\nPocket our option to get the poor fit
\nSee the gun and your currency
\nGet you blew up quick
\nWatch who you fool with
\nAll the niggas in my set are selected for my highest respect
\nSee our mob projects, indica in the backwood
\nNiggas serving in the track hoods to get the trap good
\nContain death in black hoods, long as it's that good
\nWorld gotta take him, crack could
\nBlue collar, holla at your soul
\nYeah
\nBlue collar, holla at your nigga
\nYeah
\nBlue collar, holla at ya...\n\n
