[Verse 1: Bareda]
May I have your attention please
I'm sorta like a motivation speach on vintage keys
You'll see I ain't the same nigga I used to be, but you'll get used to me
I've changed, got some shit on my brain I want the youth to see
Twisted like a tuba, got boys in the hood like Cuba do
Words like a movie that move ya that's so beautiful
And that's because I can't leave the studio 'til it's suitable
To have you in your cubicle groovin to this musical
And off this chronic, yeah, you'll be astonished
When I shoot like a comet & put his lights out like the Amish
So you better watch your comments before you vanish, kapoof!
I'm sick as vom in the booth, I told you I was the truth
A block smoker I'm blazin like I'm diagnosed with severe glaucoma
Shockin' like Oklahoma
Niggaz know I'm just that nigga from the dirty Murder Mitten
Where bullshit is forbidden and haters never forgiven got me
[Chorus]
This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit
This that hot shit, got ya doin toxics
