This is a song about "Knowledge"

Infinite knowledge present, look through the proper channels.

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

I pop one, you pop one

Droppin knowledge in this lesson

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

While i'm trying to polish my knowledge

I've mastered my knowledge in lyrical hurting.

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I'm ill, chronic sickness, neither porridge nor lozenge fix this the knowledge

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge