Truly overrated Wuzee bougie no relation
Smoochy Smoochy cultivation
Cultivate then conquer nations
You rhyme fugazi I'm Patrick Swayze at the Double Deuce
My mom's ain't raise me, way too impatient
I had to take the juice and learn for self now
A melting pot for those who want it to melt down
The ones we left out with one breath, let your stress out
Just breathe deeply I'm drinking Fiji, Wuzee, Joe Grizzley
My flow is frigid it likely slide around the side edges
Who mastered moonwalks the crowd will gasp and never laugh or do talk
In due time the cash will add and that's the math of true Gods,
Knowledge facts again I'm happy in my Black Skin
Gone with the wind from my friends, who couldn't comprehend
The vision spoke up
Deliver vengeance with the warmth of warped drums
You bitches coked up and ignore the signs of torment
I rep the sevens up
Classic smoke a better blunt
Rappin on behalf of my brother who passed and leveled up

This that Nat Turner
Pack a burner a catch a wig shot
Move too loose
Catch a noose hung from the gridlock
This that Nat Turner
Pack a burner a catch a wig shot
Move too loose
Catch a noose hung from the gridlock
Listen

At first I had to count the cheese
Cause niggas conned on me and drew blood like phlebotomy
What your plasma like?
Mine like a glass of ice
You cappin right? Mace Windu
Mixed the 'ac with a half a Sprite Aiiight
Caught him dead in a early phase
Smell like purple haze still yet to meet that early grave
I'm like okay shhh keep the shit coming forth
I'm somewhat of a voice. I'll give you 10 bucks for these droids
But nothing more
Jeff Fuel I had to melt the beam
She told me I was mean I still lust to hear them devils scream
It sound like music to the trained ear
Just keep the gang clear
Break them chains then run away from here
Count your blessings I find no pleasure on earth or in heaven
You know we steppin
The water walker who ran from nothin
What up Nathan, triple seven kept the Glock waiting
I was wakin and bakin by the lake but in a skyscraper

This that Nat Turner
Pack a burner a catch a wig shot
Move too loose
Catch a noose hung from the gridlock
This that Nat Turner
Pack a burner a catch a wig shot
Move too loose
Catch a noose hung from the gridlock
Listen