This is a song about "Five percent"

* originally appeared on the "still smokin': chronic 2000" compilation

And most our fuckin' wealth is in a percent of the population,

Yo....you know i'm five seven/

I don't trust no one

Shit can't be stopped,my rap is one hundred percent dope

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

Chill son, five more minutes

Size 9 fly kicks

A crony capitalist corporate lobbyist champion of the 1 percent,

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

They can no longer strive, no one else is alive, high five.

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Continue the trend, time well spent making this bitch a percent,