This is a song about "Knuckles the echidna"

I bring the heat like the

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

I am not the only one

The bigger the the fun

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

He digs a blade in his knuckles which makes for deadly punches

When we not in summer

For the man of the hour

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

From the bench to the ball

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall