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