same dudes i grew up with is still with me

in the back of my ears i fish gills this be,

a coheba cigar you trying to steal phillys

car bomb in Iraq goes off and kills sixtie

jake couldnt put me in jail cause i bend BARS

plus Im known to educate the convicts like jim MARRS

with a touch of alex jones im known to mutilate cattle in rome

yea im a ufo, i let the us know that paul flames and bilderberg is too special

still wishing tookie williams could of blew death row

im bolo yueng in bloodsport screamin "you next bro"

i'm able to do wild things with hours of meditation

brainwash the public with the power of persuation

bloom a flower from a raison, but still roast yall ass

leaving cowards in amazement.

hit my trees now it take a hour just to taste it

then its hard to find ya stash,

hate a stengy ass if im down to my lastdub i'll still let you hold my last

read on ingo swann n still manage to blow my grass

harmonic levataion allows me to float on pass

clandestine tonic i got to hide on the shelf

hollagrams enable me to show up disguised as MYSELF

bilderberg group usually arriven in STEALTH

2013 benz im sleep, it drive by ITSELF!!!!

it's the color of fruit loops the liscence say two SCOOPS

steer the scraper with my knees aint know use for a blue TOOTH

my dewd young dre im a get him a new COUP

you toys sound wack over a snare and a few LOOPS

it aint a block in the USA ya boi wont cruise through

now silence, while im choosin a tune

i know a couple witches that be cruisen on BROOMS

paul riden outerspace trying to zoom to the moon

hear flames through the speaker and it sendchills

he rock longjohns he said its good for his windmills

im hiphop so I don't try to impress thugs/

even before silence of the lambs i was killin toys just for a flesh rug

paul spit for the people bilderberg will protect us/

I'm a stick to my roots like I'm working with Quest LOVE

my trees smell good to vampires like fresh BLOOD.....

i blow with temporary down at bohemian GROVE

never been camera shy dog its easy to POSE

beleave me im stone kicks some raps about freedom at home

you need to grab a pen an pad and leave the skeezas ALONE

my fingers good for sprayin paint yours goog for squeezin the crome

dont make me show up with my goons while you leaving ya HOME

always indepenent now you cant even breath on ya own

you hooked up to generaters, while bitches see me and MOAN

im on meadowview in the southside smashin petey in BONES

smugin the lenses on my louie vaton

hug the benches pumin music and bomb

headband match the shirt and the shoes

you paramedics on site the way im hurtin these dudes

im deceasein you faggots who be preachin the madness

like the streets is whats happnen

shoot you in the kitchen while you reach for the cabnets

you think i was a essay in the pen cause i sleep in my shoes

thought i was lying when i said skull n bones meant three twenty two

take you back on lamancha in the creek me and BOO

his graff name was afro, bsk was formed in apartments off of mack road

fly boy put you in the same place where the grass a grow

NBK was BORN KILLAHS that formed NATURAL

cell phones waves turn ya brain into casorol