Walk proud, don't talk so loud

Pouring pounds of my core to score the sound

Underhandedly equipped the torch

The brother channel his script from an encrypted source

Never slipped from the course, these vans got good grip

My reverence hits a chord with thieves, to hands it should stick

The red and blue kill the black to defend the white

We're dead the mood is to attack until the endings right

Rely on hope only and you'll stay stagnant

No reply to jokers phonies, move low and take action

A dude who truly grew up on a swamp land

Remove buffoons and brew plans to live on posh sands

Plot grands in the future from the pain

Can't stand blandness, fools neutered moving to change

The world ain't cold, it's the inhabitants

Watch karma's whirlwind unfold and shatter bliss

My unsung hymns contain experience

Dummies run quick when the shit is get serious

Simple gimps dip, the champs remain sane

Planted in my mainframe is damn the blame game

Dodging the crosshairs of a haters intentions

These modern warfare players is pretenders

Talk a lot of smack knowing well that they could catch a fade

You wack if you bash under the cover of masquerades

Badu what i rock to, not pop tunes

My squad rules, nurturing the crops with monsoons

Industry plant with sinister plans

Equipping chances to advance

Ya dance is finishing man

Wasted ya 15, now my 16s unruly

It's no fun if there's no movement of funds stupid

More afraid success than the contrary

Losing my crew's bond to me is beyond scary