This is a song about "The verve"

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Hold my tears i tried my best

Take the exit, the nearest left

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

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

The trigger or the chair

Like they not gon' stare

Now hey little mama

I bring the heat like the

After the fire, comes the rain

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne