| So much I had to go blast a foe |
| Catch me amsterdam with massive smoke |
| Surrounded by round cauldrons of hope |
| I kept babygrande piano off key |
| Built my name and bolt |
| Blew the wife engagement rings of smoke when I toke |
| Maintain my quotes |
| My pen cathedral chamber stroke |
| MC’s ain’t in my range or scope |
| Pirate remain stains I’m cut throat |
| Slurp Queens, take a picture |
| Wicker chair like an old king |
| With silver slave chains |
| My face just gleam, no bling |
| Yellow sunbeam |
| Bullets run through air like california traffic stream |
| Felons, friends, fiends, on the block, it never cease |
| Somebody robbed my gate, it had to be these — cottonheads! |
| Detroit PD, they ain’t stoppin' SHIT! |
| They hit my building three times — nigga now I’m popping clips! |
| So much I had to go |
| Venezuelan style, kidnap a foe |
| If I had to ratchet cough collapse and crack ya bones |
| Hood swat teams send ‘em downstream |
| Cause we in gotham city Michigan — no superheros intervene |
| Selling sinister dreams, packing grams in michelins |
| Gasoline streams gleam on the block, the fiends jumpin in |
| Last time they broke through the roof — stole my muddy timbs! |
| Bloody shirt on the floor maggots creepin in! |
| Had me looking for a fiend with a limp, loading a clip |
| Arm sling plus carved limbs, nefarious grin |
| Of course I never seen him |
| Ready the blast the Willie Beamon near him |
| Lay him flat like deerskin, crash his power steering |
| Stayed elusive as Barry plus Payton on the juices |
| He gon hit notes like Miss Carey, when the cannon produces! |
| Ayo the word spread like hummus on the back lots |
| Grand River backdrops, they looking for you! |
| Echoed off his crack rocks |
| And they gon lay you pine box |
| Black tie, black socks, cataracts |
| Black slacks with embalming smocks! |
| Confronted him in the cold! Crackhead Diana told |
| Caught him on Strathmoore, lungs hot as a manifold |
| Detroit lions chased him thru iron |
| Jungle like antelope |
| Pulled out on cowboy, he ran they heard his ankle broke |
| Snowfall like blankets of death, for cherry snowcones |
| Hey that’s Reggie man! yo, tap his side with the toast |
| U gon take three for a warning, yeah my bro |
| U robbed the wrong ones, tried to eat ya food an' then run |
| My mood Bobby Mercer maulin out front when Angel jumped |
| His hands up, like touchdown, my vengeance is weighed |
| Nudged him in the Black Day Building, iron clangs |
| Police pay no attention, it’s dire to maintain |
| He said we were once the same, but he got caught in a flame |
| Now his daily routine, is making sure the kids ate |
| Along the way began to climb aboard rocks to escape |
| Never been to the mountain, never had a full plate |
| Said he ain’t mean to offend, but it’s expensive steaks/stakes |
| Offered his shoes I commenced to take, so I could see |
| I’d probably do the same if I were he |
| The next words he’d speak, built a stunning array |
| He quoted Martin, as I forgave and put the thunder away |