channeling biggie

when, things go topsy turvey, like a derby, swayin to the left n the right so dirty, keep it tight take flight to the sun crash course to burn, then ya learn, whats the deal? whose real in the game where you end up dead been fed lies to keep the flies from floatin up ahead.

when will i learn? things come best when its earned? i dont hate to save face, show mercy, feelin earthy, one with the nature, two with the green, three for the future, tell me whats it gonna be?

cuz i, spit fire like a dope mad hatter, wait, nevermind it doesnt matter. i freeze under pressure to explode in comfort, best left unsaid my bullets leave you colder. a threat to the chest can seal it all with a check, check rhyme no time like the present, i says it, i check it, i'll bet it, now check it.

listen while ya here too stingy my dear, the world'll leave you lonely to die slowly keep ya back perked up wit a listen ear. Heed the warnin of my emptiest souls cuz the pockets roll deep walkin on cracklin soles. lace up ya sneaka, smoke a little reefa, say sweet nothings n i'll betcha i'll keepa