Peace King, and Welcome back Acid..
I'm inclined to recline opposing lines i decline..
The title gold glare leave em blind..they seeing my shine..
Queen they drooling over that's my dime..
Put the horror in the scope, dot on head it's a death sign..
Master minds remarkable, the dough snatchers pockets full..
Weapons gassed wit rocket fuel, in duels i rock, and shoot..
The secret service, and c.i.a. couldn't stop the loot..
Every bars in topics true, lyrics so hot theyr'e tropical..
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods