[Intro: Chuck Strangers]

Uh, it's Chuck, what the fuck ?

Alright here it go, it's Chuck

Actually I won't even rap on this shit

I ain't even produce this shit neither, This is Doom's shit

Fuck ya bro, fuck ya'll nigga. Ya'll ain't even take one of my beats and shit

CJ on this shit. That horny ass nigga STEEZ. (No Homo Though)

Fuck ya cardigan wearing niggas. P.E. Nigga

Thought I was done talking shit, huh? Thought I was done, huh?

Naw, hold up

CJ get em!

[Verse 1: CJ Fly]

Ready set go, you run the tech blow

This the threshold to let those vets know

A few old cats being let go

Taking bitches for just strolls

Haven't been having fun in heaven

When de mon ask if you down say "hell no"

Immortals that just grown

Don't get old We get stoned

And spit it like chest colds from the get go

Wake up yawn, it's the break of dawn

Pass the raw tray to break up on

Wanna cop, I'll make the call

Breaking laws when we blaze the bong

Face it doll, put your make-up on

She got curves but ain't in shape at all

Been in the cut, never lick her in the cunt

Rolling up and dick her, to disable my limiter

Use telepathy to tell a bee he don't fly as well as me

Been with at least seven teens ever since the age of 17

Women definitely, but no I don't have no STDs

Must've been a dream if she seen me with a wedding ring

Left my name out but I don't let the bloggers get to me

As long as I still see my face on MTV

Pro Era, we the next MCs, that's complexing things

F'n up the game, where's the referee, Get em' STEEZ

[Verse 2: Capital STEEZ]

Look they got it misconstrued, the illest dude

First day up on the yard and he's already trying to steal your food

And ima keep fly until I'm finish

A lion in his kingdom, y'all lying in your sentences

So he's more so a brave heart

Sick with the flow now I'm schooling all these great sharks

At the same time finding myself

If it's desire for the belt or just the power and wealth, well fuck it

I'm taking the power combo

Label em' John Doe, now my broads looks like monroe

Pro, you need to simmer down

Instead of getting loud, I'm over heads like thinking clouds

Illest sound killing in the inner city crowd

We on the throne and you Simba now

Look, matter of time and my clock is ticking

I'm still kicking until I got a pot to piss in