This is a song about "Calculating horsepower"

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

The horse lied, i've got an odd mind

To the power or greatness

But i guess that shit's just tough love

This bag is from seattle

Your a horse without a saddle

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Other cops looking' at me like a dark horse

Knowledge is power information is key

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Beat illmatic? fine, pace on tracks like a racing horse,

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

The streets with my voice, the horse is a rolls royce,

Enough hey, lets talk about knowledge and power

I remember peabody mice crawling up the shower