
When I drop, the shit be hot, explode like a bomb/
Rock over to the the status of Hova, doing time like Saddam/
Droppin a rhyme, droppin a dime, or coppin your mom/
Lite work for a person who's high status is mine/
I'm crushing your mind, with lyrics disguised as a crime/
Moving up in this world, millions by the time I was 9/
Moving units, partolling corners with the ruthless K-9's/
No guns involved, but my bullets is shattering time/
Lyrical assault, or just Cali's confined/
Captivate at a high rate but i'm missing a sign/
Can't simulate the verses that are destined to shine/
Am I looking for patterns? Or am I looking for answers?/
Out with the deaths of particular prances/