When the bastard's on call me masta Don
Verbally i'm so beyond i just pa**ed the sun
Wisdom has many miles if i could grab just one
i'd be Wyclef Jean and a pastors son
I paint pictures using oils no hands near acryllics
so much sour grapes that i'm damn near acidic
Imaginations run wild the imagery is vivid
Where you're from you talk shit,where i'm from
i live it
I'm still down by law,words ,verses and all,wanna
be"The Bat"homie you should first be"The Ball"
Wanna bang your cronie nothing's worse than a
wall,taking hit after hit just to murder withdrawl
So by the by should i define my devine you'd have
the four corners searched twice to find my design. :twisted:
