Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said
Women front, they get its cold
S queezys very bold
How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles
Back when the mc's expressed their life and life's running struggles//
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able
My g"s have been handcuffed,
Trying hard to speak and
That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight
N d struggles already lost at battle gate/
Grabbing a diploma, though he'd never do it, nu uh - not dakota
Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a
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