*** the mic and I hit the floor Back on the mic, man, that's for sure They don't really know when I throw the bows I live in comatose, I thank Lord for the Holy Ghost It is what it is and it ain't what it ain't Go hard in the paint, uh-uh, lava, flame It's a shame why they do these things Why they switchin' lanes? They like, ain't it friendly? You my enemy Why they sippin' on Hennessy? Got them nerves on the curb like a bus stop duck hunt Aw, now they wanna talk it out Don't even know what they talkin' bout Take two of these and walk it out Hear them dogs, they barkin' loud But they barkin' at their own tree, try to come and get it with me Come a kingdom, set me free If you free in a kingdom, you're free indeed Yes, I'm off the chain, I'm a rebel with a cause I'm a lone ranger, more of a danger than I ever been before Cause I used to come to play Suicide of the Doves on a tricked-out Chevy Lookin' in the mirror, tellin' myself I was ready to die, really, I was ready to lie Damn, give it all up, but the man told me Better take my pride and let it all go Keep aside me so I drop myself down To a tanto on the pronto, oh