[P.O.S.]:When living struck at a time is givens coming out with miscreantsMisplaced reps and missed caused some deviantsPicture me strolling, diggin’ it’s that misfitWith a bulky looking rhyme skill from Hennepin to CelbyStill I’m bigger than matches, 'bout time I burned backThat’s dope for the first time I kick so sign raps is black when I’m done the sackLook, I got a lot of slim incisionsBut not a cut deep enough to stop me, watch me, clockThese people are not droppin’ thoughts like they supposed to beLike they forgot, now they caught, droppin’ soap, you seeFills the tanks of they SUVs they wonder why terrorism is a joke to meIt’s all of, my blood’s hot the scourge of the spotI serve thoughts they serve cops by servin’ up rocksAnd why not? Welcome to that new pollutionWhere you part of the problem, where you part of theIt’s the product of society, piece of shit cuz you lie to mePromise of stress? Yes. I kinda feel like somethin’ died in meI smile, see? Cuz I’m the face of frightThis type of revolutionary knows what mace tastes likeFrom the gutter (Where you at?)To the dirt (Where you at?)If we get it, guarantee to give it back (Where you at?)On the map (Where you at?)Around the world (Where you at?)From the suburbs to the ghetto don’t look back (Where you at?)I got the skills to pay the bills and that’s about itIt don’t take mills to eat meals, my dollar doubts it (Where you at?)In a shack with a roach and a matchThey say it ain’t where you from, well fucker that’s where I’m atLiving (living)Slightly (slightly)Larger (larger)Make sense and take dollarsLiving (living)Slightly (slightly)Larger (larger)Here today, tomorrow you’s a goner[Mictlan]:Make your mind or make it upMake sense, take dollars, or just make enoughTo get by, with a little help from your friendsBump heads but make ends meet to stack endsProduce units, and become better than studentsThe didge-dige-the doom unit, you better get used to itLiving, slightly, more than most likelyTo bite me, the bigger the teeth the harder I’m strokingIt’s that feeling, no sense in feeling the sightFace flush, blood rush, feeling for lifeJust one more hit, I ain’t never gonna quitDepending on being independentYou ain’t up on this?They be like: Hey homie. Yo, what’s the latest?I be like: This game is for the geniuses, play time is just for playersRun of the mill, gunnin’ the dillInstead of rims put sundials on your wheels and run for the hillsFrom the gutter (Where you at?)To the dirt (Where you at?)If we get it, guarantee to give it back (Where you at?)On the map (Where you at?)Around the world (Where you at?)From the suburbs to the ghetto don’t look back (Where you at?)I got the skills to pay the bills and that’s about itIt don’t take mills to eat meals, my dollar doubts it (Where you at?)In a shack with a roach and a matchThey say it ain’t where you from, well fucker that’s where I’m atLiving (living)Slightly (slightly)Larger (larger)Make sense and take dollarsLivingSlightlyLargerHere today, tomorrow you’s a gonerLiving
