This is a song about "The originals"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

The more battles the better the flows

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Im courtside, wizard game

After the fire, comes the rain

The science and the art, africa

I bring the heat like the

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

He lying i’m on papers

Take the exit, the nearest left

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect