the burial ceremony begins now/
it's always sad to part away wud a loved one/
but just for the sake' him got his mouf on the run/
i gotta call on the priest and the whole AGians peeps to witness him dun/
i got verses pumped from my chest is/ like i dun did bench presses/
i drop lessons/ directed to ya ears to take away ya balances/
u can't live alrite, errthin is controlled by the G-masons/
when ya work: it will be when u pay me the taxes/
all out askin to do with me 'em remixes/
this no battle am just psychin myself for the studio/
to enter the pad with an on form mind/
and am f***en bored here at the grind/
MOFFa terra firma/ u a julius malema/
a nincompoop makin silly comments/ ya ears ar ornaments/
my survival's on rhyme tournaments/
my lethal spits is evident/
typed to ya eyes/ inked in disguise/
wish u'd realise/ nd quit to fantasize/
REAL GON RECOGNIZE...
am str8 out hustlin/
out to provide for my son/ my fam/ and my extended fam/
give all of 'em hits like haloween sweets/
keep 'em chanting/ voices raising/ my name they praising/
the messiah/ the cyber SIR/
i'l break ya virtual armor/ penetrate ya firewalls thru ya servers and runners/
viral effect i bring that impact on all ya programs/
affect 'em to an abrupt system shut down!!