The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away. We're not hip-hop yo, and let it be known that we are on some-a-um. And this ain't on the pop tip yo. Are y'all kids tucked in? Yeah. Here we go. People in the audience, they cry out ho. People with a gun yo, they'll cry out bro. I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock. But still the kangas cock me after a show. Standing on the stage and been pouring with sweat. To people in the crowd, I give what they get. Papers make paid, babies make laid. I don't really worry, nor do I fret. Waiting for the gimme and boy, I got some. Sweet like a peach and tart like a plum. I thought what I think, I rock a bead link. Legally I sip when I turn 21. A letter to the home, but it freaked the head dome. The old man wants me to drop my microphone. Gotta be brief, no orders from a chief. How bout I own what? Say what? The popcorn. On the tour bus, we're hitting the truck stop. A dollar for some chips, a quarter for some pop. We're laughing, giggle some, like it's the Honey Buns. Ali Shaheed Mohammed keeps talking in that shop. The brothers cruise on as requests for the check. Calling up famous to see if it's there yet. Not a bourgeois, hate the seminar. Ignorant flit, hey miss, ya must jet. Flex for the funkiest, butts start to bounce. Measure hip-hop for weight by the ounce. Bush on the tush, ya pullin' while I push. Play me for the punk, them puss fill a pounce. It's like that yo. Freak, freak yo. It's like that yo. Freak, freak yo. It's like that yo. Freak, freak yo. It's like that yo. Freak, freak yo. If the papes come, yo yo, I won't riff. I just sit down and get me a spliff. With vines I was born, a child of a corn. Molecules of the land they uplift. Levels is straight, in fact they're rectified. Adrenaline now is crazy multiplied. Four on four is eight, the faction makes the plate. Make sure the tribe is in. With the quickness, ya bear the witness. Flexin' and pumpin' with the fitness. Movin' it, uh, doin' it, uh. Those who oppose must hit the S-list. Doin' it, doin' it with the whole frame. Look what's in the mind and not in the brain. On this you can quote. We on a diffy note. Quest for the future, stead of the fame. 191 these brothers grabbin' they thingies. Forgot the name, oh, equivalent to Jimmy. Hit a little bit, ya think I have to quit. Ali Shahi Muhammad with the singy-singy. Slammin' with a slammy, ya front on a case. Right or left nut, Ali plays the ace. Do what ya do, flam for a cool. Bonita, Apple, Bumble, Smokey, Shah's face. Slang for the king, ya must, if ya have. Dribble, hops, I'll jiggle, ya proper term is laugh. Brothers who are snakes, I label them as fakes. Instincts to travel up the hood path. It's like that show. Freak, freak, yo. Thank you. As you all know, you just can't believe everything you see and hear, can you? Now if you will excuse me, I must be on my way. Thank you.