pop yo corks-sip Brandy to ward hawk~
smoke sticky and cough-thats how you get off~
pass the lighter haze rolled in an all nighter~
7 yams in 1 el of some wet ass fire~
the sire-wont retire-#1 propier~
not in the booth I'm right here beside ya~
exposin liars got em hittin highs on tight wires~
checkin earlier tracks just to remind ya~
got that nose tapper to blind ya-kinda~
like i came up behind ya wit a line a niners~
yeah I'm a ryme but only because the crimer~
in me went to the pen the first time as a lifer~
all nikes wit green stripes my team flag spikes~
any territory like Armstrong--aiight~
marksmith-the heartless-I'll mark this~
my next hot shit from this ghetto artist regardless~
to any beat or melody peep-my hella technique~
my fellow vets in the jecks we in full affect~
we risin heat-despisin lies-definin streets~
rymin to complete wit any hot beat~
or the shit MAma put together we got em in fleets~
plus our feet so dirty they resemble cleets~
