[Talking:] Uh, uh, uh, uh, 1-5 who's crooked than One-Time? I say 1-5 who's more crooked than One-Time? Yeah, yeah check is my mic on? As I twilight zone?
[Verse:] My mindstate rewinds wakes And fast-forwards bullets makin'a B-line for my face Then they stop like Neo Laugh at me throw some cash at me then fly pass me But one ricochette off the wall to come ask me Am I scared of him or the "nigga that blast me" Or maybe just the hammer that goes to be a hole in an innocent bystander My eye's a camera my ear's a microphone My mind is Pro Tools my head is a stool Whats recorded in my dome gets reported when I zone My mouth is a speaker I'm anchoring the misery There's no friends my enemy of my enemy is my enemy Beekers and test tubes full of memories In my labatory I create stories Doze off then wake up surrounded by Forties Wit glocks tucked in they labels And they caps is baseball hats Playin poker at a table Cigarrets massage they shoulders in belly tops showin off they navels A dime sack side bets, a tech is runnin' for president Jesus pieces walk around with niggas hangin from they necks Monoploy is playin' chess I just picked up an obituary of a bullet proof vest Put the headphone on my mouth speak into my ears Yea microphone check, check, check, check, check Check, a pair of Air Forces told me Rims've been extinct for years Been ethnic cleansed by Jersey's tryna take over the set And Television is on deathrow for killing BET and MTV over a dice game And paralyizing CNN for knifing him in the neck I hear Clear Channel's been fightin him in the rec Who's in for givin' grape Kool-Aid laced wit STRY 9 to Mixtapes and arm robbin cassettes Dope told me Weed was a crack fiend but Crack told me Dope was a base head Hi-hats told police he was just a soldier he did what the Bass said The Snare and the Kick didn't make it out alive The Sample made it out with some money but he died in the ride The 808 got caught wit some work (He ain't never comin' home) So the MPC's and the MP3's is fightin over his turf Sean Don just gave birth But she's thinkin' bout leavin it on the doorstep of a church Cristal can't have kids she plottin' to kidnap it that she orchestrated with a purse But Gucci told Fendi and Fendi turned and around and told Henny And Henny is Moets baby's father But she tried it anyway disguised as nurse In the newspapers it says "Hip-Hop called Rock n Roll racist" The Six ripped the Five and the Maybach taped it A Hundred dollar bill just signed a record deal But blew all his money on the Braceletes And givin' the Gold Dollar a face lift A Button Up just drove by in a 6-4 Impalla All the Rolex's is hatin' you see the smirks on they faces The Havatampas is defending the Dutches they keep catchin cases But the judge is a Swisha he just give em iBonds and community service with the Papers so the Newport's is gettin mad at the ZigZags then out come the razors See the Kool's is killers on the creep Rush up on the Philly, leave his guts spillin on the street Some Gold Grills burned down a building of some teeth Some Sharpened Tooth Brushes is holding the trampoline cuz some children finna to leap I just seen Rocawear rock Sean John to sleep with the same heat that Baby Phat carried Sprint is pimpin Nextel she just gave head to a Black Berry... I heard she go two-ways But he was skeetin on her face as it was beepin on my waist This is the mind of Lupe Just make sure my mic's on when I Twilight Zone, Zone, Zone, Zone
Compositor: Wasalu Muhammad Jaco ECAD: Obra #3789618