Lets find our way to da big connie!..Watch out for the cops dat be fonny../ See kid, i'm from tha L.A city census with a mijority of mexican present and many are descendents of tha era were we got stepp on by a white army, all wit hair blond../ Sit nice and calm with five hundred men strong/.. Guerilla warfare is our tecnics cuz survival speaks for we live to seek to protect../
Don't think yall destiny is manifesting da culture that represents my root's sculpture../ Keep on flying around me vultures../ my body is supreme if your even try to plan a skeem..i'm ready for it like being sent to a dean/..try and act mean, shit, i'm shining and spotless wit earings../ Cant you see my vibe../ i cant lie, i'm to hot so i just be struggling to survive in the gutter../ Man, i see it, but sometimes cant believe it../ dead bodies on da cona, of da block./
Ravens follow sorrounded by their flock/.. Tick and tock da clock ticks.../ I wait for the zero hour like my little brow finishing his long shower.../ Short little flow but you know what, "I got da power"..

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