Rappers monkey flippin when I rip a thick skid
Leaving my witnesses dead along with the victims
Here’s some real rap that’s gonna be classic
Inflate it with air ‘cause it’s fully pneumatic
Hard to understand that Nas is still at it
never could replicate the great Illmatic
I’ll tell you a tale about the city I grew up in
Killed a lot of people, yeah about twenty dozen
Was born in the hood, too hard for some
Lifestyle is good, No need for a gun
I’m cruisin’ through chuke with food in the boot
Spending’ the loot however I choose
Oh no shit, big chopper now on my tail
Damn these coppers could send me straight to jail
If I get shot I’m gonna need some new tyres
The oxygen could blow up and start a big fire
Pop goes the tyres, oh shit I got a puncture
Stingers on the road from a cop undercover
Need some oxygen to get down in my airway
Not gonna puff sitting’ bent up in the stairway
Bullets whizz passed but I don’t even flinch
Each one about a thousand pounds per square inch
2 jakes on my tailgate the berries all blazed
Imma make a stalemate and leave them all dazed
Road turns to 2 lanes they must think I’m insane
Killer on the road with a toad squirmin’ in the brain
Slow right up to let them catch up
Pick up my shotty and buck buck buck
2 shots in one and 1 in the other
Heads hit the wheel and they park in the gutter
I race home quick, so no one sees what I did
I got a lot of drugs and shit, back home at the crib
Back at the crib now, paranoid as shit now
I’m a well known crim, and this not a big town
Adrenaline rushes everytime I hear a peep
I never nap, cause napping is the cousin of sleep
Hope you liked my story, hope it wasn’t boring
Most fans have less attention span than Dory
I think I’ve gone bonkers like dizzee rascal
My head is filled up with excessive kilopascals