Brooklyn go hard

Love me on the East like I'm Chuck D

Dominicans wish that I was born there

I'm lookin' to be the god MC

You look at my hat and see thorns there

I look at the game and see porn there

I'm fuckin' this industry hard

I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" 'til I'm charged

Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin

To hold the mic I'm throbbing, mechanical movement

Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with

The thief's theme - play me at night, they won't act right

The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe

The mind activation, react like I'm facing time like

react like I'm facing time like "Pappy" Mason, with pens I'm embracing

Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets

Suede Timbs on my feets makes my cipher complete

Whether cruising in a Sikh's cab or Montero Jeep

I can't call it, the beats make me falling asleep I keep falling, but never falling six feet deep

I know what I'm worth , a diamond in gods dirt