This is a song about "Funky rytum and rhymes"

We magnetizing the ghetto

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

And it's impossible for you to copy my rhymes,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

But he don't rule a thing

Spitting rhymes and rapping

To this beats and these rhymes,

What we gotta do to survive

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

And as i come up with rhymes

I write rhymes, dry and wise

Rollin' down the four o five

Eye of the tiger, no i'm never lying

My lines refining and rhymes redefining