[Verse]

Professor, profes stay to the streets

But this ain't no religion, this a mystical speech

Just peek, into the ghostly eyes

They slamming from the chiva and they caught a surprise

I share a bond, but some years are gone

I'm a Westside felon with the four four long

Sing along and be part of the chorus

I could see muthufuckers like the iron walrus

Homie store this, the lab arisen your mind

Ese memory banks, filled with C-O-N rhymes

A chamber, astain the rope, regalistic murder ese be the winds short

Library's, the catalog weapon, download a curse

The West was strengthen, plus the veil, of secrecy

Behind the madness ain't shit to me

'Cause my child hood been a crazy lifetime

For many of us we just bomb on sight

I'm Imperial Rabbs in a cosmic sense

I'm a road scientist ese cooking that meth

In my book rhymes cured, I'm a serekive son

Dope was my dad and mom was a gun

I hance the possession a warrior priest

And I'ma silence those that be willing to speak

Who fail to reserve the code we live by

I start with murder two could die

Suicide slums full of traffickers

Bitch say something and we after her

She schemed against, so she deemed to fail

Unstoppable force, the corpse just fell

This a psychic link along with couraging fella

A medicine killa, Half Mexica and Spaniard

[Hook]

Professor, that's what I am, enroll in my class

And I'll teach you to blast

Professor, why you give me the meth?

'Cause you don't pay attention when the subject is meth

Professor, just give me a chance

I could bring three bricks if you let me advance