V1- Two Peas in a pod, going against all odds/

Imagine the doe a Nigga going to

Make when I finally turn the knob/

Flow been magical but they act like I

Ain’t a wizard of oz (ours)/

Way too much drive and there’s no

Challenger that’ll ever dodge/

The drug I chose was hip hip when I

Saw the pharmacist/

I was shaking diseases like I had

Parkinson’s/

A arsonist/

Set fire to everything I touch, leaving

Behind carcasses/

Watched the seeds I planted grow

Now it’s time for harvesting/

It’s like every time I passwords, they

Have trouble they have logging in/

They was barking up the wrong tree

Now look how I’m dogging them/

Mike Brown, Eric Gardener, countless

Others. I have to be the change for all

Of my brothers/

All these double standards/

No justice even though it was caught

On camera/

Bland taste left in my mouth because

Of what happened to Sandra/

Ned Flanders, it’s going to take more

Than church for them to understand

Us/

No running back to that place that we

Came from Barry Sanders/

I fell in a deep hole, I was pitiful/

The danger became mystical (Mystikal)/

So I’m using this ink to reach my

Pinnacle/

I’m here to win (twin) no way me and

You losers are identical/

Bet you feel every needle, cause none

Of my shots Subliminal/