there is a need, str8 up I hustle 2 live
uncertainty is tha trouble with kids
if some1 wants beef, I double my fists
lyrically I know my knuckles are quick
I'll throwdown 2 u buckle like a bitch
I drop chronic like I snuggle with a brick
u want my method, huddle around a spliff
my rap turns 2 flames like I juggle a bic
I don't say much, I'm subtle with my bizz
I make sure my behavior puzzles tha snitch
an extension of me is what I struggle 2 give
open yur eyes, our pasts are a window
I debate tha facts, tha clash will bring flow
now imagine that u were tha display
if I don't fit a mold, tha future is clay
think what u want, yur best guess is late
I don't think about tha next step 2 take
all I do is make sure my text wrecks tha page