This is a song about "The coloneis"

As the tao converted the thief

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Malcolm x, by any means

Thinkin of the the dreams

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Speed up, patience, please cause

Here's the answer and the antidote:

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

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

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!