[Verse 1]

Cop, like a warden, drop, like a stray shot/
Stopped short, so boy do not quit your day job/
Pray to God you’re not just talking to fake gods/
And, thank God I’m not just walkin’ through great odds/
Pay homage to the rock, like Islamics/
I’m a lot like a comet, way I’m crossin’ the same stars/
Train harder, cuz you playin’ the same part/
Aim sharper, not just playin’ the same cards/
No longer just a fruitless endeavor/
Root for whoever got the scoop on the set-up/
The loot getter, leather boot wearer/
When they criticize they tell me Dock, you too ghetto/
So who better to be rockin’ roots/
Other than the Docktor Too Clever, over Frosty Brute Records/
Yeah, you guessed it, audibly the next shit/
Sovereignty the king, so power gotta’ be the message/

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Got no city on my back, or no money on my mind/
I just wanna’ rap so you could wonder why/
I’m spittin’ money on the track, and you just mutter lines/
That’s why they come and give me daps, hundred at a time/

[Verse 2]

Yo, it’s the D dot, R dot, D, and these are hard knocks/
We body beats, and leave the meaning to the argot/
Which is prolly hard for you to see from under our spot/
Which is prolly farther than your reach under the bar, Ach’/
We special ops, you mall cops, like Paul Blart/
We be the gift you give the lion cub, we all heart/
You peddle rocks, I shepherd flocks to holy grail/
I be the shit, you be the fly that crossed the only trial/
Stormy Gale, pussy older news than Tony Blaire/
Colder blues than Otis, only when I’m told to share/
I hold my share of the weight of the world to shoulder/
I’m waitin’ to see results, but I can’t wait ‘till wait is over/
I paid the toll sir, they told me wait in line/
I waited over 20 years, and didn’t make a dime/
But still I’ll try for 90 more before I seise to rhyme/
Because I be the mighty warrior, that bleed divine/

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[Verse 3]

(Yeah, check it)
They say the G.O.O.D. D.I.E., mostly over bullshit/
Hopefully I’m Suge Knight, Source Awarded culprit, exulted/
Whole entire empire putty, so I sculpted/
Cracks and gullies, son, it’s scummy so I skulked it/
You get insulted by the hate, it make me motivated/
Your self indulgence at a rate that isn’t safe no more, it’s/
So inflated, like egos that solely tainted/
I’m regal, you cronies heinous, the evil of goin’ famous/
(Famous to faintest, what fame is)
Fame is the flame that lived to burn another day/
I came to win, you made amends and turned the other way/
I love the way you been makin’ demands in utter faith/
That I’m a man of my word, and my word a man to take/
Literally literal, it could be so simple if you/
Didn’t play the victim, you just let me be the criminal/
Old original ripple to rip a time in space/
Bells and whistles got me wishin’ I’d applied the breaks/

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