Can't win with a passive attack
Would the great christ come back
My g"s have been handcuffed,
And bijies like im out and
Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind
I try to forget about that night, christ!
You get my heart rush quicker then the shocker at hospital.
What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle
I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind
Two thousand and one years after christ
Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind
Im troublesome juggle and rumble some rappers who cross me like christ
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael
I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind
I am fucking alive two thousand one years after christ
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