[Verse 1: CF]

Yeah. Yo. My flow’s up there, be roaming like an aqueduct

I freeze y’alls, put souls on it like a hockey puck

The goal’s to reach mine—you swines ain’t stopping us

The chopper bust, you see shells move--not taco trucks

Don’t want to kick it with your crew—no soccer club

I sock a nigga with the club or with the boxing gloves

I leave ‘em Pacquiao on Juan Marquez on Ron Artest. The crowd, I chop ‘em down--that’s a posse cut

I draw first like Picasso ‘cause

I paint a perfect picture with the hollow slugs dripped in Nazi blood

I’m from a city where the killer smoke a lotta dust

And crack empires get built on top of where the bodies was

I’m [harping?] Thor’s hammer. What y’all forecasting?

Run train on Katrina, Sandy, give ‘em orgasms

Leave war, pass in these weather conditions

Go in a tirade—I’m a ice age but a better rendition

I’m retarded on this track—Special Olympics

I got my comp limpin back to that medical clinic

They try to put me in a federal prison

‘Cause our worlds are destined to collide like a planetary pendulum swinging

I murk nerds—no hypothetical questions

Tougher than Kurds that survived biochemical weapons

Getting brains from intellectual women—that's double head

My third leg in her pussy where my tentacle's been in

I'm well-armed like Dr. Octopus. Armed robbery

Robin Hood 'til Puerto Rico gets autonomy

Flow is deep—20,000 Leagues something Odyssey

There's nothing even between you and me—no camaraderie

It's Red October and I ain't talking Sean Connery

Natives shooting up Columbus Day—now that's prophecy

They publicize a Christian ministry economy then privatize the prison industry penal colony

I dont know. The streets hot like Tijuana—we

Need a new leader with the soul of Caesar Chavez, B

Cause any second, the police'll seize your property

And free democracy is more like Greek mythology

Zeus, Mt. Olympus. Money's counterfeited

Made from thin air by the Fed—now it sound suspicious

Bunch of zeros, I'mma drown them in the South Pacific

For pacifying all my people public housing district

Yo, they lying, son. They evil—they ain't altruistic

We stay true and our view is from the outer limits

[On worldly?], working early on them algorithms

Do the math—it's food for thought for mental malnutrition

Purple Heart—we urban stars, war veterans

System is flawed like the laws of Floridians

Triple-K, hooded up—that's what you call minute men?

I'm letting shots with the Tray at you George Zimmermans