As we smoke in a Beamer, the angel eye lights in the lenses The .44 caliber killer, rappers are defenseless I'm hearing voices in my mind, they keep repeating '87 style, get the money like I'm [?] Bizarre rap, call me Comandante Sarjak Origami a cigar into a small black You see me in the street, I'm rocking short set, roll in quartet I play the doorstep, Rambo inside the Gore-tex Moon covered by the half a cloud, make a bastard wild Chasing numbers more than [?] [?] a bit loose allow the mind to circulate I'll merk a Jake cause we were brought up by the Purple Tape Burn a blank cause I'm queezy feeling gated Delegate of rough raps heavily celebrated You see the mane on my face it spell struggle Jail juggle, catch a case watch the bail double Eleven drugs mixed, Tallahassee bun tricks Now we stunt kicks, lemon on the lungfish Artisan bread, half-moon parts in our head Fila the shoe, deadly like a fart in the bed [?] galore, sour in a plastic bag Classic swag, lay a coward in a casket bad