Second Seizure

[Intro: Sample & Rome Streetz]
From here on, nothing goes down unless I'm involved
No blackjack, no dope deals, no nothing
A nickel bag gets sold in the park: I want in
You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street
Yup, yup, yup (It's my turn)

[Verse]
Make no mistake, my cliques run it (Yeah)
The god's here to reverse the 600
Take all your shit, it's nothin'; this life I'm lovin' (Uh-huh)
Learned from my mistakes before when I was lustin'
Ignorant, I must've been
Now I'm smooth and all your moves got rusted (Y'all niggas trash)
You ain't slick as me (Uh-huh), this is fly-level ghetto wizardry
To mindfuck the devil with my trickery (Woah)
We'll be settled when I death-kiss your cheek; my shit's unique
Hotline? It's gonna cost a grip just to get me to speak (Paper)
You niggas weak; "stay mighty" is the mantra
Come to conquer and get my palms on everything I seek
What's a kilo to a half a gram?
Nothing; get gold from either one
With a gun in a split-second in a savage land (Uh-huh)
Quick fast, I'll blam a fraud nigga tryna pass a fan
See the large picture: fuckin' the world is the task at hand (Facts)
Really though, this is well-crafted acid, street-savvy mathematics
Comin' live through your stereo
They all praise the god even if they ain't really spiritual (Uh-huh)
And make garbage attempts to copy swag and mirror moves
Fuck it though
Seen the fiends out here foamin' out the mouth gettin' sick
So I'm 'bout to flood with the motherload (Yeah)
The game's a bitch I fucked and the rubber broke
Now the pockets is pregnant with chips
The drug flips is my other hoe, I love 'em both
Drop one out the two of twelve, comin' close
Criminals only cope with dope for your overdose
9,000 volts (Blat!)

[Outro: Sample]
It's my turn