Intro (Foreword Vol. 2)

[Verse 1: Mahogany Browne]
He had a Poisonous beginning that seeped through microphone cords
Besides the broads, crabs, and punks trying to trump his poker face
Playing heads like big wigs with the quick twist of his wrist
You could find your lummox in his Stronghold grip. He had a
Poisonous Middle Passage through the obstacles of a Bed Stuy, Brooklyn night
Darker nights kept his fam tight and his pockets tighter
Waiting for the lighter burden of life to brighten his future on stage, but
Payments is what breaks a nigga down. He was
Morally ethic, still respected, only pays the bills on the corner
Now living under roof with leaks, he peeks from behind
Living room window shades, showing a life of easier means
Costly consequences keep him thick in the midst of this rhyming life
A wifey, claimed her lyrically. And, before taking his place at the “Top of the Food Chain”
Where he rips emcees before they knew what their abbreviation means
Now, he begins his Poisonous ending on paper
With the script De La Pen, man shitting on the beginning and the middle
‘Cause it’s the present that keeps him breathing
Lungs expounding verbal manifestations of Nostrand Ave. bodegas and
Conversations with thick-waist chicks lead to lengthy altercations and
Misconceptions of a street nigga. Like
Skullcaps, Timbs, and a glare
Aren’t his only offerings to these weary streets that bred him
Instead, he feeds heads doses of lethal injection through bars of sixteen
And lets the verses stain memories from the weight of his mighty Pen