My intelligence is moneyMy skin is the streets of New YorkMy arms and legs are its fucked up bridgesThe subways are the worms that come through my corpseLiberty, my bitch, fucking everyoneThey cut my two middle fingers down but my dick is still standingI walked into Nasa, my pocket full of envelopesAnd this chick swinging from my dick is into dopeLike hi-jackin with no planes, it's harmlessWay to shermed out to kick your fucking skull into your armpitsAll found a dime, what's the worst that could happenCage got a knick for 8 millimeter actionNo family man, even my daughter earning chasing after me with a fucking handy camFlippin while I'm holdin a jar, tell me if I'm going too farTurn around I left some coke in the barCan't waste the range premise on this FBI-secretary with tits unless she's a menaceSee the liquid kids and streams of five on herThis is the minds blotter, paper-savior dipped in high blotterAnd I'm more patriotic with the narcotic wrapped in the little flag in the back?I ain't tryna train the sane, I'm playing the gameLike numbers scratched off a gun, they change your nameChase the past and get the violence to spreadGot my arms in the dirt tryna silence the deadEven when you win you lose in the endSo I take acid out of my back and use it againExcuse me brother, why tap your spinal cord?while open-mic emcees waste vinyl cords? for skin, your flesh is born from itEmpty the clip in your Toyota GS400If you're too old to hustle, put the gun down, uncleThat's a nice vest with your head hangin from its last muscleGo cop the album, keep me aliveAnd my functioning creative compartment will be downsizedBeyond demise, it's high maintenenceLooking for drugs with my hands crawling with agentsBiological, with the hands on my nostrilCan't get a vaccine with half the city in a hospitalAll these doom-leaders, and their spoon-feedersCan take the young, and let them lose leadersI ain't tryna train the sane, I'm playing the gameLike numbers scratched off a gun - they change your nameChase the past and get the violence to spreadGot my arms in the dirt tryna silence the dead
