I Ramadan with the pen; famine –bring back I-Min*, vital with vicoden
Vitamin flow, vital minutes show; how I flow.. like a ship from a Viking
You dying with smoke, call you a blunt –I hunt; youz the pray
Guess that’s why you be screaming ‘I-Min*’.. Call you a month –you may
..get on a beat, though you dusty and shit like attics and behinds
When the 5Stars make a track, we leave a General traffic jam behind
We rhyme.. like a bad game of Tetris –we on top
Our will-is; stubborn –making it ‘die?.. heart’ is too rhythmic to stop
But we aint actors.. We a royal flush in the game –‘cause we poke-HER
Leave enemies toaster-ed; break bread and stay sober
Generalize the game, the Generals take over –realize it’s soon over
Like I said in 2.5, we the answer to ‘die-who?’ –that’s why we General Motors
We’ll never fall –we just skipped a couple of months
We that concentrated; our lyrical pages equal Hitler’s ‘Mein Kampf’
Infinite epigram -viewed in a lyrical reigning motion; a true author
Fourth part of a general storm –a rotary panorama general slaughter
*I-Min is an alter ego I sometimes use when I write, pronounced as 'I'm in' or 'Amen.'