They only cared about my hood after they Gentrified Never talk about my people they Genocide Couldn't kill the soul, though they tried So now I make sure I spit these rhymes Amplified

Battling Instincts that are primal Never lose near prime, don’t bother with the vitals Risk the car bomb, can’t stay idle looking for my rib mad with ad-libs Can all go from Razzed to Razed go from playing around to leveling the ground Try to erase your mistake but the hood taught me how to spot a Mark Never go with the flow I had to be a Piranha which made me a Pariah now they shout “Sire” MC Paragon not at my lotus playing with dice loaded, writing odes bumping Otis Plot shots at the oligarchy looking at your ancestors monarchy Revolution readied my playlist for the anarchy hitting gongs sharpening my archery I rhyme with a mic palmed in my right don’t ask if i’m the bomb when you see the fuse to the Dynomite! work the angles like Pyrite looking for a fine night in a life that’s finite Death sized me up but all Light If you think I’m Dope, you right! While the rest are.....aight (ehh) Aim for God but hitting Lucy’s fur, another cruising deterred Homie the word can turn to a sword if these S’s front. Hitting faster than supersonic, hedging these hogs; was that a shout out to Nintendo or shot to Cops? Leave you catatonic, send the signal and I’m on it Till they say that last part mirrored You might wanna catalog it all to be clear

Imma B a loon till they pop me walking my dogs in the desert in a mask, hockey suburban beatboxin symphony dancing like MJ, an oddity Topless with socks directing my soldier at attention, you looking thinking “Thank God that’s not me” I speak to come out your Stereo so y'all should know I ain’t MonoTony Going to privileged districts bringing the tool for the loot Y’all head of the bull means you only good for the lube founding father’s flag I shot an Arrow through whether Obsidian or Quartz all obstacles a tickle turn corpse before the night ends watch me take a pill for my lows then hit my pillows from feeling life’s wollip. Told you before only worthy enemies were clones of me and Shit to this day my Doppelgänger still ducking me! They say the loudest in the room is the weakest but what if I’m teaching? what if I realized no one in my direct vicinity could beat me! Only rollin’ with Cholas slapping the shit outta white people saying Hola, Incorrectly with or without a mic you see me, respect me Always walking in Nikes so you could never check me Whether you see me as Rick or Krs, The Teacha or the Ruler Imma be blasting out your windows like the I-10 shooter!