Worry? You will Watch yourself, they play for keeps Yeah You know it was gonna happen sooner or later Well, this shit's about to go down I'm trying to annihilate this English language The criminals they came with, imitate the natives This rap contagious, like chicken pox No inoculations, ain't no competition In a calm position, writing composition Sequence of God when I'm speaking on mic What they do with my type?, they might crucify him Stretch out my palms, take spikes and nail 'em in In the belly of Leviathan, aww shit it's him again Mastered his mind and body with a pen California native, swimming in these hot winters Bet on me to lose but I keep winning Til they give me that drip, like Mike this is it And my spirit floats in to that astro light I know my angelic, guards on point like Earvin Magic l just bounce pass havoc Civilized savage I mask it well How you think I managed to stay out them jails Plus these punk judges running up the bail I don't see justice when I'm looking at the scales Never see me coming, but I'm here goddamn it When it comes to the plan I'mma master mine You're a slave to the flesh, I mastered mine This mic is my wings I can't stop flying Like scientology I talk to the spirits Mobb Deep, Prodigy, Pac, and Pun I guess heaven's got a ghetto, better than the devil's Best at this level, they don't fear death til they're staring down the barrel N's can't create they're sterile Let it echo through your ear if you hear slow Don't know a challenger to dodge Or beat the odds, you see these rap Gods Live in facades til their bridges fall Or their head is off, I Molotov cocktail rap til it's flaming Then I pour rain Like Curry from the arc, til the flooding starts Then I take over like Napoleon Bone a part Critics wanna pick apart my art ain't got the heart To really understand or the eyes to see the vision Def dumb and blind, you're wasting time Never see me coming but I'm here Never see me coming, but I'm here goddamn it Had an ephiphany, with hat cocked Linked with Black Drop with the mic as the centerpiece Ugh! Reppin everything that you pretend to be Lyrically, slay any rat in which you pittin' me Toy around like Hasbro and get yo' ass tore I'll get these hands swole for fam and cash flow If actions speak louder than words Then they're very few real ones, only a cotillion of herbs These goof balls are too soft mere actors Rupauls with loose jaws, they can't match us Uggh! Go and rally your kin We'll tally it then, you gon' lose like Halle with men It's a no win situation is what you're facing This here is hot shit, your spit is toxic Geechies can't compete regardless of topics Well above your bar I'm far too accomplished Stellar, sharp shooting like Reggie Miller Blasting on you pinky toes I'm Eddie you're Della Stubborn kind of fella so your hating means nada Humberto he no deal with akatas How are they gonna understand, what they can't see And if you can't understand, you definitely can't feel it So we pay them no never mind

Yeah Right Yeah, I'm feelin' this shit, uggh MP Black Drop Chess Moves, all day all night Yeah, get live Yo shit, can be dope as Medellin My pedigree just a level up to the fiends You sick? I'm the vaccine, no Vaseline Mood like young Cube, car like Christine My rap drive vicious, v8 motor up and down with the switches Eastside with it N's die at a high percentage still I'm optimistic Dream lucid, see it to fruition I'm the flu through the pandemic none sicker My dash corrupt a hundred meters see I'm fast To dog this mic like the pound when they beat up Architect the sound the mound builder This grand wizard talk when the fans visit I'm just one grain of sand its a Long Beach to Venice California menace long way from being finished though Yep! I stay with plenty mo' Guess who? It's MP in tha fla-desh Chess moves, yeah that's how we're gon' get it Ya best move? Bump this in ya Chevy So let's groove, nod ya head if ya feel it Guess who? It's MP in tha fla-desh Chess moves, yeah that's how we're gon' get it Ya best move? Bump this in ya Chevy So let's groove, nod ya head if ya feel it When it comes to this rap I don't want to be the best Just a few rings world peace like Artest Big body Chevy where the arm rest bless Life looking gorgeous, God in the process of progress Up and down like a forklift Here to paint portraits in tune with the forces Did them inner courses, 0 to 60 like them Porsches (Vroom!) Gotta stay focused Trained by them West Coast locsters But now that I know I'm the closest I come To the most high, in the multi dimensional universe Jive ass n's Go steal a purse in the tone of Carlito The evil that men do I been through The game of life simple, I know it's all mental Now I'm on my Zen like a Hindu Guess who? It's MP in tha fla-desh Chess moves, yeah that's how we're gon' get it Ya best move? Bump this in ya Chevy So let's groove, nod ya head if ya feel it Guess who? It's MP in tha fla-desh Chess moves, yeah that's how we're gon' get it Ya best move? Bump this in ya Chevy So let's groove, nod ya head if ya feel it It's eclectic rap connected We stand like a megalift, dance I don't give a shit Anger need management hang with the savages That's what they label us aim at the black hoodie Any n'a Trayvon similar to Akon Still want me locked up in this new millennium Of weirdos, I'mma stick to the G code Shit I never told, gon' go to the grave with me Produce a ghost story like 50 if you with me Til then I stay busy On these beats just think, nothing can harm us A chink in the armor, we're putting out this love we just waiting on the karma Riding in the parana like a 6-4 Patiently wait Constrict space like an anaconda til they outta space Then its take over Guess who? It's MP in tha fla-desh Chess moves, yeah that's how we're gon' get it Ya best move? Bump this in ya Chevy So let's groove, nod ya head if ya feel it Guess who? It's MP in tha fla-desh Chess moves, yeah that's how we're gon' get it Ya best move? Bump this in ya Chevy So let's groove, nod ya head if ya feel it MP, I'm feelin' this man This the one! This shit hot right here I don't think they're ready This how we do it! Chess moves You know what I'm sayin', all day all night Black Drop! They better recognize! Yeah

Yep!, uh huh Once again, it's that Black Drop squad Ladies and gentlemen, we're about to give you, another one MP the Great! Get 'em I'm starting to hear colors and see sounds You're bound by the senses, limited to five Guide through this matrix what you visualize Manifest in time, it's really all mine Creating advantageous collaborations Gotta keep patient through the struggle Wait for it to bubble, like it was meant to double I'm trouble for 'em, nope I'm a symbol Of peace like Prince in the purple Rain but I'm a storm, children of the corn And the cotton field, now them big wheels spin On the Lac deVille, it's really ill fortuned Still feel the pain of the system in ya new whip Crypto currency they fucking with the money They want us all chipped n's still crip walkin' Lost in plain site, I really can't blame 'em They stuck in a game of illusion exclusion I came to clue 'em in through the music Prove it through my movements, my actions speak louder than these words do They'll ghost you for that power Rest in peace Nip, Pac and Pimp C The price of fame risky, the game of life iffy When I die, I can't take it with me So I don't rely on what man supply Only what God give me, a symphony of notes For these quotes in me I feel the devil tempting Desire in my temple want the money and the Hennessy My enemy's offer insulting to the God Of the multiverse, came to earth in a Merkaba Leave in a hearst I'mma leave 'em with these verses first Or vice versa, climb out my hearst And leave earth in a merkaba man This shit gotta pay off Never take a break or a day off Apex pyramid scheme Madoff Dreams to reality that's how I made off This shit gotta pay off Never take a break or a day off Apex pyramid scheme Madoff Dreams to reality that's how I made off They think this a money game, like the lottery Nah power ball in this dichotomy Hoard all the property on the monopoly board And the technology, keep 'em in accordance With them black and white, four door Fords With the color lights on 'em, these psyops are phony Connect the dots, pops always told me It's lonely on the road to success Twelve n's in your circle, one'll get you stretched That's the Judas theory, but ain't no fear in me Like Afeni Shakur's son the blind in opposition To the one that sees clearly, sincerely, rap severely Ain't got a lazy, bone in my body When I thug these harmonies artists want to score Don't know the art of defending, make 'em pay for these shots I'm bartending, God when I start pennin' Murder ink, think with Gotti vision It's something different in 'em, not swimming in the gene pool DNA of the average dude Play around with an animal and get ya face chewed Hannibal Lector just to put in perspective Primal fear start to bubble when you hear this Devil ass n's I'm the Luc you fear Appeared as the light bringer hear to free dumb, man This shit gotta pay off Never take a break or a day off Apex pyramid scheme Madoff Dreams to reality that's how I made off This shit gotta pay off Never take a break or a day off Apex pyramid scheme Madoff Dreams to reality that's how I made off And there you have it Once again, it's that Black Drop squad This one's from MP the Great Reppin' that eastside Watts, L.A. West Coast, to the East And all parts in between Uh-huh, we gon' make it man We gon' make it, ya dig

I wish a nigga would, start that mayhem That Mayweather money lookin' good through the Ray Bands All money ain't good, learned that from the hoodlums My rap's a conundrum, you ain't trained to answer My quotes flow off, so far ahead of y'all I seem lost, inside my metaphors I met the four-headed beast of Revelation I ain't worried about competitors Ichabod Crane no brain my head is yours I do it with the force, it's with me like Fin Spinnin' in my vortex or the voice of Whitney Singing in my ear sent here to guard my body Telling me it's my, prerogative like Bobby Kill these kamikazes, they want it anyway Why not today just obliging their logic Teaching of the gnostics, blessed with the gift seen it coming like a prophet 20-20, I witness this Walk in apocalypse, MP You know the name You know the name I spit Lasik vision 20/20 eyeing the nations 20-20, I witness this Walk in apocalypse, MP You know the name You know the name So you can clearly the premise is basic Young Kobe on the booth floor, I'm trying to score This rap hill like Lauryn, don't care if the touring flop The juggernaut, can't eat my soul If you think I lost, we can roll that bet Nature of the threat voice of God in anatomy Grammy academies don't flatter me I casually spit flow, defy gravity Celebrate these, daily anniversaries Breathing oxygen, Independence day Infinite potential in the palm of the doctor The phenom is born, ready to meet destiny Definitely cooking, recipe success in the midst of Hell's kitchen Devil itching to make a deal, it's been a drill I give back to rap, for these tracks I killed Flash of light men in black can't remember shit Can't understand my penmanship I script in code 20-20, I witness this Walk in apocalypse, MP You know the name You know the name I spit Lasik vision 20/20 eyeing the nations 20-20, I witness this Walk in apocalypse, MP You know the name You know the name So you can clearly the premise is basic If yo shit dope, I'm the poppy seed Big and Pac on opposite ends if Faith had twins I'd meet him, life after death now, they guide my pen I psychic connect and let their ghost write I just read it out of fright This mic is like a glass pipe in the sight of Pookie But I don't worry about my last nights Future lookin' bright, climbed out that grave Dedicated to the art form, fuck it if the rent double Live out my truck, drifting in a bubble This a different world, fuck Dr. Huxtable Black intellectuals a product of the beast N's on the yard, thieves in the night The same synonyms they used to talk about Christ I walk through the darkness, guided by the highest light Messiah type with a punch like Mike though 20-20, I witness this Walk in apocalypse, MP You know the name You know the name I spit Lasik vision 20/20 eyeing the nations 20-20, I witness this Walk in apocalypse, MP You know the name You know the name So you can clearly the premise is basic

Life's a cold game never fold because of bad hands Give 'em the poker face til they understand This is my pot, I will not lose Don't get confused with it, which one of these n's Want it with a warlock I run through the pain I don't stop, calisthenics on these ghetto blocks My city Watts, comes with a lot of risks No time to watch, the plot thickens No I'm not a Christian, but God sent him For the visionary, it's scary to him When they can't find your price or feed off your vices Bomb on my back I'm in the building like Isis Don't care about this life resurrect like Christ did I'm Jason Kidd not the one with assists Machete through your ribs But this mask make me play safely with peers The beer and Remy shots still got me in a haze And I ain't had one in years Still spit Everclear 120 proof in the booth truth everywhere. Let's get one thing clear, this a West Coast melody No fear, we still drop them Chevys In the belly of the beast Eastside, Westside n's we gon' ride 'til we rise up This a West Coast melody No fear, we still drop them Chevys In the belly of the beast Eastside, Westside n's we gon' ride 'til we rise up I'm an old rookie, see the game lucky It took me this long to frame the picture But I spit with big arms like young Tookie Rest in peace to the soldier it's a revolution What type of n's you producin' What's their contribution to the fall of these institutions Malcolm X or the Martin Luthers, 2020 See the vision is evolution, stamina ready Reservoir dog heart heavy never scared Prepared for whatever there, rare features Be aware of these dead preachers, and sneak these with a smile to greet ya All the while, with bad intentions My circumference is small Keep the rest of y'all, at a long distance Mister telephone man this is a new edition My hooks get 'em fly fishing Sneak dissin' get you fried with 'em I provide the wisdom coincide with the knowledge given Do the math it's a whole different algorithm Let's get one thing clear, this a West Coast melody No fear, we still drop them Chevys In the belly of the beast Eastside, Westside n's we gon' ride 'til we rise up This a West Coast melody No fear, we still drop them Chevys In the belly of the beast Eastside, Westside n's we gon' ride 'til we rise up Yeah P, you got me going in my bag From that hell hot place where the youth they play tag But not with lasers, they're pretty loose with the blammers Self worth diminished they plagued by sub par standards Snakes will always slither So we keep to ourselves to keep it moving like that old man river Those who know, push through it and still remain quiet Those who speak, will sell your ass out in a riot We've seen these fuckers, came close but couldn't touch us Got a crash course in reverence and had to love us Their days are numbered, one eye cocked to slumber The other, behind a scope on something that's made to numb ya Pillage and plunder ill prepared best beware They concentrating on camps to plant your black ass there Acknowledge this quote, no joke from what is spoke There is a bigger picture that's painted whether ya sleep or woke Rise up

Dream this a King speech Kareem Abdul Jabbar reach, born sinner Cesarean birth, etherean light bender The meek shall inherit the earth I carried it first That God of brimstone you kneel and pray to I was there, when he was heir to the throne Got his big bang on, theories change I'm able to get my Caine on Kill a track in a hoodie like Trayvon, go beyond Normal brain capacity I'm outta my mind But it's, designed like Einstein I went back to the future and left mine behind I'm arsenic with rhyme, Jimi Hendrix With a guitar pick, purple hazin Pandemonium from the podium when the pendulum swings I betta not hear a pen drop I watch the day light, fade into night West Coast nigga all my life But I let my mind travel, light years away Just another day on the Eastside... right What they know about that Watts Super Bowl, man Locke and Jordan, we needed an escort to get to that muthafucka man... Ha-Ha right Here to the dethrone the big dogs, fallin' of Rome Snatch your empire, twist like a gymnast Lyrical composer, street novelist Spit fire like Godzilla, feel the will of God when I spit with the zeal of a prophet Prodigal son returns I'm hungry, not for a meal Give me the recipe as long as the canopy Of rap is covered, I love the energy Deliver God the best the world can have the rest of me It's etched in deep, I'm the vessel My rap drives the vehicle, black lives matter Plant life and animals, pain is unavoidable Keep it minimal, simply enjoy the view Watch my attitude don't move like these haters do Taught by the realest dudes play by your own rules I watch the day light, fade into night West Coast nigga all my life But I let my mind travel, light years away Just another day on the Eastside... right They don't know nothin' about dem Will Rogers Park free lunches Fuck that Ted Watkins shit, man They don't know nothin' about the Black tamale man on Avalon! Word I'm own that God shit you got to kill me to stop it Or jump out the cockpit I'm committed to the flight not that plane old rap Rocket out of sight, bent off that vodka I'm a beast like Chewbacca But I'm broke, like my Locke high locker, they hit my man Cliff with a chopper But you can't kill God on the Eastside block, we get up and walk Surrounded by wise men like Jesus in a manger Fuck what they talk about watch their behavior Old Fantasia's American Idols Prod 'em in line with, Hillary Rodham If not give 'em sodomy, they love to fuck And be entertained hear the pain in my language Tryin' to wake niggas up Can't duck the truth when it's hundred proof runnin' through your molecules I watch the day light, fade into night West Coast nigga all my life But I let my mind travel, light years away Just another day on the Eastside... right What's up Big Cliff? Shit, I feel you baby! They can't kill God, baby! We get up and walk What's up Payback? Shit, we grew up on dem cul de sacs in Watts, shit Ain't nowhere else to go but up from there, right? Shit! We're doin' good baby We ain't in the grave or in dem jails What's up Brotha Blink? O Tha Reel One! San Brown! Skin Deep, where you at Shit, I feel the spirit of Chris Small in this muthafucka, man! I know you're watchin Black Drop! Eastside! Shit, we're here! Let's get this shit