[Premonition]

It's quite a sight when I draw the mic

I might just write or pull it out at mind's flight

I'll fight all night for the cause to my rights

With all my might, not mad flossin', just havoc 'causin'

Blastin' Ross when I'm feelin' an act that's soft

But if I'm after the must-see tough shit, no lovey-dove hits

I bust out the rawest flicks

From the nineties, east playin' or west slangin'

Either way is best to bang as long as it's dope

Cause hope is hanging on the ceiling with rope

For a decade or mo' it's dropped lower to the floor

I can cope, but I'll croak if my enemies rise

YMCMB, the M.V. of the P seeks deceased, those guys

No lies, Definitely Jamming to classic beats

With my ass on the seat, listenin' to raps from people in last century

If Drew Mic can rule right instead of droolin' on phat rhymes

Like last time, when I passed some other rapper's lines

Like long ago, how I hung so high and not low

Fo' sho', a ho move, showin' proof that I'm no-good, it's so true

But could I revive, or is premonition the final destination

Will five times be my line to ride for degradation

My elevation is concentrated on my contemplation tonight

If I can't keep it live, what chance do I have to survive

This guy, me, myself, and I, the snake of the time

Will I turn dragon or be left just askin' why

I'll bullrush through the zone, bust to my home

Cause I must, in my heart I gotta start to get, set, and go