I'm feelin Lifted though...to climb outta tha valleys paradin gun ralleys-corner store... kats want war? We blazin up bowlin alleys...
"burn barrels" blunted burnt to tha roach...ya'll kats actin like ya under oath-suppose to be coached//
Cock to pop my muffle catches ya sense quick-you kats aint reppin shit-I'm holdin tha sticks pushin a six...
these words never slip...walkin through RUSH you might get "bum-rushed" quick-its sick, knifes, bars, bats n' whips black hoody R.O.C. shit n' Avirex kicks from young kids//
Believe me...ya up shits creek without tha paddle in these shadows, one raddle raddle, loose trace of snakes that taddle Jay fits tha saddle...
Its not ya fault I'm creatin my cult-study tha 1800's-JayHull'll palvult with a sawzal n' make ya'll fall, "Tha Villes" been the baddest place n' even tha baddest places can be small//