This is a song about "The overture"

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

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

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Here's the answer and the antidote:

They forgot about the fourth coast

Cause after all the lights and screams

Thinkin of the the dreams

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

They talk say cool jew na the man

Still the man with the pan

The more battles the better the flows

Big homie hov said i am close