for all my niggas bring up the noise
round your boy
n stay still like decoys
its about that time
for me to kick a phat ryhme

dont mimic me like a mime
you make me look like grime

i speak it to you with my heart
and tear your mind apart
right from the start

gettin locked up from a jury
lets get there in a hurry
waste no time
spit a freestyle rhyme
flip a beat till i feel weak and you cant speak

i want to bring it to you raw
like youve never seen before
take you mind on a tour
make you adore my style
this is just a trial

altered states relates to quick fast action
which causes a chain reaction
catch your grip a get some traction

i'll hand you my bible
then start all trible wars
make you sweat from you pores
got you diggin ditches with boars
i start from the cores and work my way out