This is a song about "Picking up ryhmes"

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

Shouting out your addictions like the blunt got you picking up the micstand, goddamn..

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Feel need to feel my creed the im picking ya to be the next

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Can't beleive the ryhmes i have read

Bring down your tower i'm picking

And this will be the song that we sing

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

I'm never picking sides, these picket signs are killing wicked minds,

Prolific, picking victims one by one

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb

Picking words from the top of my cranium