I taught karate to kids so they'd be too buzy to catch bids
Keep my tactics secret like the illuminati payoff to clap B.I.G.
Scalp a cops wig "pass the bone" to Sid, were declaring justice on pigs
"Life's a bitch" like Puff, word to Nas i puff lye
Punch-lines, and punch eyes, smoking chronic doing "lyrical drive-by's"
My thread full of live guys, lyrics fly out the computer monitor
J.t.s. soon to be large like the shoe size of Monica
Emcee's get played like harmonica's, and slutty wives
Bring the Ruck like Sean word iz bond you'll pay the price
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Last edited by J.T.S.; 08-21-2007 at 03:57 PM.