Knuck if you buck, what you know about that Crime Mob, yo?

All my fingers is brown like cigarillos

Rollin' down Melrose, stoked like the bellows

'bout to cop a Pelle Pelle from the spot where they sell clothes

Dudes, said they smell dro, but it's just a dead skunk in the trunk

Furs so fresh that they come with the funk

We like Jimmy and Bunk, the way we stumblin' drunk, mumblin' secrets

Bumblin' geeks whenever the week hits its natural end

Passed out in a trash bin when four cats from Aspen

Keep askin' about none of their damn business

Who cares how or why I did it? It is what it is

And if it isn't, I'm damn sure that I make it so

Pimp dudes always tryna break a ho

I'm just tryna take a whole semester investin' this fucking cheddar

To better myself wherever it's necessary

I write like a secretary and spit like a sommelier

And flow like an estuary, you look like you got something to say...

Well, say it...

I got that aggression-gression, that motion-motion

I keep it movin'-movin' 'cause my words are potent-potent

Aggression-gression, that motion-motion

I keep it movin'-movin' 'cause my verbs are potent-potent

What?

I’m cosmic Pootytang, I mangle lames with an asteroid belt

Jupiter’s Red Spot is a welt from my buckle

I bet you think that you’re tough ‘cause your punches leave knuckle marks in the stucco

You ain’t strong enough to tuss with me, bucko

I take walks through the jungle with thirty raw steaks stuffed in the duffle

And the big cats don’t say shit

‘Cause they know if they fuck with me, my claws turn jaws into puzzle pieces

Muzzles, leashes and chains can’t tame me

I’m deranged and angry that death still hangs from the same tree

That once grew fruit so strangely

Your rage is my disposition, and so I spit heat like the kitchen

Because I’m livin’ it while you’re just listenin’

I eat, sleep and piss in skin as black as my memories

As I abstractly try to capture ephemery

That eventually falls through my hands like sand in an hourglass

‘cause you can’t outlast the infinite

Shit’s bigger than pimpin’, kid

I got that aggression-gression, that motion-motion

I keep it movin'-movin' 'cause my words are potent-potent

Aggression-gression, that motion-motion

I keep it movin'-movin' 'cause my verbs are potent-potent

What?

Aw shit Scottie Pippen, Mary, Joseph and Jesus

I’m E.T. movin’ pieces of Reese through telekinesis

Eating Peloponnesian pizza ‘cause it always be the greasiest

I heard that you’re a beast on the mic, well, I’m Theseus

I had a new lease on life, but then I wasted it

And you don’t know what that shit’s like until you tasted it

‘till you went whole hog on a dream and almost made it

Just to find out that your effort was tainted, Ain’t it a shame?

Painted a picture that don’t fit with the frame

Icarus aimed at the sun, but I’m taking shots at the father

And almost got to my destination, but dropped in the water at the last second

Stranded at sea, I reckon that when destiny beckons

It’s best to be checkin’ the fine print

‘Cause gods don’t play when rent’s due in divine tenements

So heed my sentiments: To win at this, the stakes get higher

I went through hell to make this fire

I got that aggression-gression, that motion-motion

I keep it movin'-movin' 'cause my words are potent-potent

Aggression-gression, that motion-motion

I keep it movin'-movin' 'cause my verbs are potent-potent

What?