[Verse 1]

Grinding I’m on my crime shit

Powder early ages, but never declared convicts

Though I’m a product of home wreckage and conflicts

Different cases of “while-black” situations and vomit-

Stains on the tiled floors

Neighborhood quiet and concord

And see my pops was high as the latter

In a literal sense

Followed his prints when I took my first steps

Too big of a soul, his words left

[Verse 2]

In-fatuated with lifestyles of the poor and dangerous

Fortunate to be neither, Lamont was on the playlist though

That’s dedication

And the hooha

Mama said God the greatest

Thought it was Tupac

Impression given off by powers that was influent

Possessed, tried to intuit

The frames, looking into em

I knew it but still clueless

From practice I’m dumb fluent in the language of the gods

A fanatic, succumbed to it in craft as the homage, look

Method’s manic, I applied to Mathematics

I had become derivative

At least a synonym to a specific image

Rather ignorant I was to it

But

Put it in terms of my present self, I say, as

As simply a product of imitation

Of rhyming, and simulating

The sonic representations

Combining checkers and spades

Narcotics and Revelations

It’s timelessness in the pages, uh

[Outro: Black Panther Attorney]

There was gun firing in that apartment

They called for a ceasefire on three different occasions

And didn't get it, so they continued their firing

Those officers fired 99 shots through the walls of an apartment where they knew people were sleeping

Unquestionably, the raid was not professionally planned or properly executed

And the result of the raid was:

2 deaths, 4 injuries and 7 improper criminal charges

In spite of those conclusions, the report then goes on to say

"Physical evidence and the discrepancies in the officers' account are insufficient to establish probable cause to charge the officers with the willful violation of the occupants' civil rights"