This is a song about "The design lab"

But i’m not making trips lab to lab every single day,

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

It's the way it's design, i've been funny since i was nine

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Cause i been up in the lab, mixin it like a chemist,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Maybe to stop the design that is enshrined for niggas who don't give a damn about our life

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab

As i design intricate rhymes that pause time,

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

My dream occupation is makin lyrics up in the lab.

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab