Rebirth of the Crack Baby

I'm the 'Batta man, human contraband
Cause I'm illegal like a bird in a doctor's hand
I saw my sonogram, and I appeared to be centrifugally spinning
In the same position how Sonic ran
Daddy not a Super Sonic fan, fuck a glove
Momma want a ring on her knuckles like what's in Sonic's hands
Pussy is his promised land
Mecca is the black box, got 'em on his knees like Islamic man Prayed to God and got a Cam and placed him in the center
Of placenta ff the place that you enter
To the hole like I play center
Layed up as my body and my face render graced is the great scepter
Incubated in a hydroponic grow box
With radiated glow rocks then closed up with a bolt lock
My birth certificate had no pops
It's kinda like I'm baby Christ but instead of a manger it's a dope spot
From a place were you don't call cops
They cooking base inside the basement but the door ain't locked
I was just a tot when I walked in and I saw them pots
Boiling hot
Weed as loud as Haitians in the barber shop
Patrons come to bargain shop the place to get that raw and rock
Take these vivid memories and place them in my story plot
Witnessing the birth of black Jason and the Argonauts
Armed and got a army set up bases on a foreign block corners pop
My life story's a John Singleton movie
Rock slinging and Uzi's, pot chiefing and looseys
Substitute me and make Pras leave out the Fugees
Am I 'Pac or am I Big in that car seat in the Coogi
If it means I'll be endowed with the God features then shoot me
What? Hold my car keys and my jewelry
I'll concuss you , then I'll spit out a hawk heave and a loogey
On your baby girl head like I'm flea in that movie
It's killa season, getting even, the pistol squeezing
On these simple heathens, shipping bricks up to different regions
Like its Christmas season, committing treason
Prison system sneaking on me like a ninja creeping
So I Assassin Creed them
What if when you're dying on your deathbed
The secret to revitalizing life is being breast fed
Before that moment that I'm dead
I'll fuck so many virgins when I'm resurrected
I'll wake up in a red bed
I encapsulate the universe sonically
My physiology represents the dichotomy
I think I now overstand the idolatry
If I'm dollar tree you, you climb on to me
You take fruit from me, you hang noose from me
If I'm dollar tree, you try chopping me
I wish a nigga wood, I'll pop the trunk
There's more bite than bark in me
I force the belief and all them addicts fall from me