| Mechanized is mega nice |
| Where corner stores have front porches you can take photos of |
| Broken 40's and empty boxes of Mike and Ikes |
| Young kids wearing all types of designer Nikes |
| Riding on bikes with those lightning lime in clothes tucked inside |
| With more broccoli and chocolate in small zips of Duncan Hines |
| Cutting wires |
| Laced with fiber goggles |
| We were stealing gauze |
| Coming out of schools |
| Ringing alarms |
| So wetting teachers with Super Soakers |
| And doing the motions |
| Metal detectors were developed |
| In the event with kids really bringing in arms |
| Days cutting, seeing brothers swinging their little siblings in parks |
| We was in watching their little feet dangling in excitement |
| And when the cops came |
| You would swear that front of our gear, on our chest a small symbol of |
| lightening |
| Nights wind blowing like a hawk |
| Battling with the dark |
| Night vision installed |
| You swear that front of our guild |
| On the trust of a small symbol of lightening |
| I’m so brown |
| I might be the color blue |
| The shade of the color of night is my hue |
| I am the axis that all men thought he knew |
| My magnetism binds like a glue |
| Boo (boo) |
| I am not a spook |
| When the smoke disappears show me a tree without a root |
| These girls is like Frankenstein |
| They got fake hair, fake nails, and monster behinds |
| I was on the cave with Jabril and the spider |
| You was in the cave on all fours looking for fire |
| That’s right I fight cavemen |
| Cause I am the original seed of Abraham |
| React now |
| I got a two piece like Pacquiao in the dead on winter |
| My two steps like Mayweather |
| My forearms is like Foremen |
| Swing at your grill with the weight of four men |
| My uptown anthem is known to make downtown niggas throw tantrums Yo |
| Yo |