Back again, back in & back at it
Chrome Mac-10...Automatic
Packs wit racks off grass
All stash to the back in a black alley
(Naw yo cut that shit off yo)
(Yo you can't have footage like this)
(Look I'm in the trap booming)
I ain't even got it on camera
You just told on yourself
(It don't matter I'm booming man)
Blowing on that purple urkel
And cruising weights like
Motherfucking Juventud Guererra
I'm same color as a mirror
Chameleon here battle Reptilian, Crocodilian, the Machiavellian
Rest in the belly of the beast
Compische go ask a priest
Will you defeat or will you
Get nails thru your hands
Will it repeat or will it decease
Like Caesar back in the B.C.
They talking shit making it so easy
Continue to poison the youth
Toting up that stinky dinky
Im a brain without a pinky
There's no caption for blind
Eyesighters thirdsighters
Parasites'll farenheit ya
If they clamp you in time