Back against the wall. All rhyme patterns call. All rings of Saturn fall into my fist. I hit the beat with the heat from the street. Make it rise up then I lift streets to the void and space that it left. Taking the clef and making it rise. The treble forever is the Devil and I am high as the sun. Blasting from the black lungs. Inhaling smoke, impale and smoke. N***as ain’t ready for the hell I provoke. What the hell have you (been) smoking, Charles? What has you choking these bars? Absolutely nothing but the raps that I be busting. Half these n***as in concussions when I’m rapping for my cousins and them

Bar up, n***a
Bar up, n***a

It’s a family affair, I’m obliged to be in. Tying to be beneath the cement, like an animal. Shit is flammable. Biting Dre but I ain’t write today. So the first thing that comes to my mind I’ll say. Hopefully that shit will blind thy face. N***as is hating because I ain’t take time to make this shit a rhyme. I’m just saying what’s on my mind. Suck my penis, I’m a genius. I’m the meanest guy who’s seen the shit, all of it. All-Seeing Eye, I see it all. Trying to be the ball. N***a, Nike inspired me, dog. Same thing with DMX. Be the best through your situation. So all of the shit I’m saying is basic

Bar- bar- bar... Bar up, n***a
Bar up, n***a

Baptized in Hennessy. Mad surprised at my enemies. They are what I inhaled when the preacher picked me back up from Hell. Sipped it, gave him a kiss on the cheek. Said “You’ll be in Shit’s Creek beneath the cement of me when I’m finished with the beat. Until then, may God bless thee.” Curse and a blessing, that’s such a mess to me. Certainly blessed, but please keep your mess from me. Messaging was gone with instant messenger. The Internet was her, except the word. Except my curves, I’m not a chick. But accept my words

Bar up, n***a