This is a song about "The splits"

The realist in the game

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

The science and the art, africa

I bring the heat like the

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

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

The more battles the better the flows

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

Black fours red drop head doors

The savage with the statics

These chalance give me balance

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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