here s your ticket ain t nothing more sick than terrordome i walk the path of righteous even when foul like joe pepitone the clock awoke me it was like a quarter past six got out of bed depressed home with the kids talking bout real shit non phixion if you ain t down with us then you a victim we stay tight like killers up north a new religion the ghetto s hell filled wid bad luck and born thieves impossible greed throughout the projects mothers with blunt weed dance like sam jackson for rocks aim at the cops camouflage able to sensitise devils with red dots i take hashem s orders keep my team closer to mexican borders with no pausing full outstanders ghetto supporters i got so much trouble on my mind refuse to lose i got so much trouble on my mind refuse to lose i got so much trouble on my mind refuse to lose i got so much trouble on my mind refuse to lose my babel tower serenade displays the worldly terror devils made they spread the plague of aids through medicaid and then they pray to idols made of gold drinking blood and marking scrolls broken skulls on top of frozen totem poles although the world s deviled and redded i stay level headed while these other cats are way too stupid so i doubt they ll ever get it you can t change somebody ignorant that wants to be like that it s like detoxing someone hooked on coke who won t stop smoking crack jane what unimportant paranoia stricken caught squeaking sticking these normally peaceful people they clock ticking situations we escape police station interrogation i stay a caucasoid mutation and destroy the nation i got the sharpest shank i fuck you up like you had chicken pox and got your ass thrown in a piranha tank twisting the blitz of hot non phixion cataclysm shatter your vision like a gat blasting at your children  i got compulsive disorder so many people snorting smack it s like i died and came back to take the presence of a rat cause the streets that i walk is filled with garbage and trash sure lack of funds ain t holding none throughout the mash for better cash when i was ten i used to buy liquor with no id thinking back subliminally the store clerk was trying to kill me i was born in puerto rico raised in brooklyn gravesend forced to be a man before even men became men welfare and food stamps poor shit it made me sick watching dealers all i stood making loot holding they dick i hated eddie murphy used to wish that he would quit it all that you ain t got no ice cream shit son i lived it the bitter be the winter cold fours and street wars saw the cops raid my the block and put the gods in on force fifteen now i m addicted to weed and nicotine hip hop lots of pussy and ladies with strife scenes robbing gear from chess king doing my thing but got caught learn to crush your lies within the whole structure of the thought i got barred a j d card was bizarre started building with the force he put me on that i was god traveling from the place on the day i realized that the window to the soul be directly in the eye art of war path i study astrology and math the equator symbolic to how they split us up in half from bombs in outer space to violating our rights to cops who shove sticks in asses in crown heights to kids being raped to a r s with no taste to classism to race to buck fifties on the face man 2