This is a song about "Smashing wickets"

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

You can produce those masterpieces,im smashing masters and visa's while you acting diva

Off of smashing the jack,i had yager we got back to bill's, cops looking for us

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

I'm smashing and slashing your face. what the fuck are you up to?

Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you

With passion, thrashing at trash and laughing, smashing fags

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Rapping with a passion for smashing competing factions

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Smashing you with wicked rhymes till' i collapse/

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Rhymes coming faster than planes/smashing ur brains

But back to you,i thought i was clear when i was smashing you

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through