yeah breathe in priesthood let s do it strung out never that young dude clever cat eat shit smoke spliffs get high reminisce innocence bulletproof any one pullin through junior high do it fly fuck in grade summer school comin through get me drunk blunted too every month hundred shoes every son wanted jewels never front got older hunger grew watched most the younger fools squat out from the guns they usin not close to the most of them quarter rolls microphones one two revolution sons due evolution in a rhyme ghetto music in the mind cuz i m movin in time intwine lines all out of ideas thoughts expose the road painted pictures mask very clear like a spear fallin from the atmos my raps soaks in the pages kids i play with different flavors instant paper yeah yeah yeah yeah i just breathe the breathe of life in the mics i fill my notepads with sites now guide you like god did to israelites i just breathe the breathe of imhotep into my cassettes fate awakin you holdin in like herb in your chest i d rather spit it to it right then a dome like a jewel in a throne microphone recite a poem hypotone mellow out the ghetto route track thugs meadow out crack blood devil house gat slugs here s your addict pushers of conceited habits took us look and seen me mad it cash laws blast hog gas talk in the hood black boars burnin wood crack walls turnin good nickel bags crystal mag blackout semi four black watch ready for war sasquatch fantastic four blood strength through the clan wear the colors of our black love our mothers love our dads sister drug out on that glass you ain t mad when they ain t sell refer jump out the window chasin jesus hunt me in the garbage told me he s a prophet used to recite scriptures and dust now our skin poppin gems drop in 88 baby cake first born i m crazy late words long worst one was 91  second son i m stressin young blesses come record deal kept it real tess my skills 96 my third born word born vicious like he held him tight and mellow hobby i m the father and the author change my name to masada first rhyme search mine first crime i stole a ring sold it soak in dreams felt guilty but the feelin passed learned to put all my feelings in my past kids that had a thinking took my books and bring gave you read all these laws blow coasts smoke spliff old flicks focused flip cake chicks scrape that s me thick braids swift blade in the pockets sick days in the projects slick way i m the stocking cap i just got in rap family photo albums gun drugs know the outcome book sweater picture very wedding flicks obituraries that be military haunt you like a cemetary hahahah breathe in 