so this is how it is huh, keystylin ofver the keyboard..
we jump of the seaboards, catch fish with bare hands and tsunami broads..
i get in her draws for my lil entourage packed in one..
talking, banging, crashing, your mother board system..
lipton how im quick to cook the soup, im talkin packs for the sick addiction..
live life till oblivion, until then stay hungry like bolovians..
im so fly like the bird flu mans gotta watch how they eat food..
bullets turn his chest into aghost how it see through..
i break it down quick not lookin for a sequel..