[Verse 1]

Uh, we got ‘em stuck of the realness, D.R.D illin’/
Yeah, you heard of us, official scene kid murderers/
Who seemed Ernest, when other’s were seen in service/
Of other regimes, fiends, thieves, and other purposes/
Uh, we keep ‘em reachin’ for the firmament/
Rollin’ up they sleeves, like they creepin’ through the dirt again/
The way I word it when I spit it mean I’m merciless/
The more I work it to the fix, the more I’m merkin’ this/
Terminus, it’ll be the death of you, like Edgar Allen/
Po’ people put the sket to you, like Federales/
The track is livin’ and breathin’, the rhymes are metabolic/
The checkered flag in my hand, so I went ahead and dropped it/
Yeah, I all too often see the bigger picture/
Where, we have no option but pursue the riches/
But as for now I’m on some opportunity to rip it/
Dock presumably the prophet seeing through the rhythm/

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I leave ‘em scuffed up, fucked up, battered and bruised (the brute)/
J. McGee because I’m Shaq’tin’ a fool (the ruse)/
J. Lebowski, like I’m actin’ the dude (the cool)/
L. Fiasco, and I’m back to my roots/

[Verse 2]

Dock Speck put the pussy on the chainwax/
Fuck a pedestal, I’m Keyed and Peelin’ out the racetrack/
So face facts, it’s what you make it when you play the racket-game/
Dreams of stackin’ paper just to craft a paper plane/
Taking me away, to a place where I could wrap my brain/
Around the notion we approachin’ to the last of days/
We can’t escape it, like phones that could tap a Matrix/
We can’t erase if we wrote it to pack a statement/
I roll with a pack of crazies, who only react deranged/
If you wanna be pushing daisies up, say what again (what again!)/
Cuz what’s against us is us, so who the figure to trust/
When all the victories clutched, and all resistance is/
(Crushed) by the powers that be/
I roll around in the Jeep to see the crowning of kings/
And things, ain’t what they used to be like Dukie E./
So do proceed to do the knowledge, not the foolery/

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[Verse 3]

Ayo, the sports, rap, and war can force a man to do some crazy things/
No referendum for the flavor of the hate it breeds/
Major league danger make the saber seem safer/
When it’s hate or be hated, ain’t a place to meet your maker/
So see you later as I live to die another day/
Another way to say I live to shine another ray/
Because I’m sonnin’ ‘em, somethin’ this un-humblin’/
Doesn’t become humblin’ once you become somethin’ this great/
And this trade, shit could trouble a man/
It’s all gravy ‘till you wake up with a gun in your hand/
Or a price on your head, for the side that you rep/
If you don’t side with the Feds, then you’ll be winding up dead/
And same story for the other side/
They play the game, and I believe they call it homicide/
Honor binds no man to keep his fuckin’ word/
So if you scared, motherfucker go to church, bong bong!/

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