This is a song about "The tourney"

As the tao converted the thief

Cause there could never be peace

The science and the art, africa

I bring the heat like the

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Here's the answer and the antidote:

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

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

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