(Verse 1 - D Prime 215)
Live from the eye of the storm.
Where the pressure is on.
And the weapons are drawn.
Like Basquiat.
Dog try me not.
Earn stripes like those on my Adidas.
I don’t want no trouble, I’m like La-Di-Da.
I’m sharp like Reservoir Harvey Kei.
Don’t cross the line.
Surprised I often find those who wanna bark up the tree that’s mine.
Ay, I ain’t know about going out to head west, red Lex, TVs all up in my headrest.
I was in my bed tryna get my head rest, dreaming bout a red Lex, TVs in the headrest.
Wanted to rhyme like M-A Dollar Sign.
Get my study on, cats was on they Columbine.
They say if I’m out of sight, I’m out of mind.
My crown taller than Suleiman of the Ottoman.
Say my anxiety’s from my lack of piety.
I’m a rudebwoy like Haile Selassi be.
And I studied KRS-One’s philosophy.
Trappers had they hands on boy, archdiocese.
Illuminati want ya mind, soul & body.
I’m from where killers pray soon as they catch a body.
Dangerous dichotomies from what my eyes can see.
I can hear you, and I’m seeing the isosceles.
In all honesty, Sacred as the Mantra be.
Break it down, let’s see who can walk with me.
Ayo, no half stepping on the Kane.
Message is the same.
Peep the lessons of the game.
Test will never change.
And the energy’s the same.
But the question is, are you ready for the rain?
R-A-W here to bring trouble to whoever think they're getting in the way of my W.
100 when I’m coming through.
Truly, I will humble you. All off the muscle dude.
Ayo, I had to get on my Ferrigno.
Grab the mic and let a clip go.
Crush the ego of a dude who was Citgo’d.
Unapologetic, if I said it then I meant it.
You can count on me to truly hold you to the letter.
That’s on my word, truly is forever.
As for my path, you will never measure.
That’s on my word, truly is forever.
As for my path, you will never measure.

(Verse 2 - Stevie Franks)
She said I’m destined to be great.
That's from what she see.
Thought I’m from Philly cause I’m in my prime with the D.
And that’s word to wasabi she know what it be.
Have me stayin’ on her mind even when she leave.
When I talk it’s like a crime turn into disease.
When I talk it’s like a line serving with the fiends.
When I walk it’s like a vine running through my jeans.
And I know that ima shine this is not a dream.
Every line is like a criminal plot.
When I pull up to ya block no subliminal shots.
Then I’m never gonna stop until the giving is got.
Goin’ hard in the paint yelling gimme the rock.
I’m in love with the art this is for the game.
Bust a shot then I hide call me Tory Lanez.
Why I get up every day hustle for the pain.
In it for the long haul, we are not the same.
Tech 9 it be sounding like a drummer band.
Flow tight hold the bread call it rubber band.
Felt bad when I hit for her other man.
Bust a nut hop up do the running man.
MJ in the game you could never plaaaayyyyy me.
Cross the line you’ll be pushing daaaaaaiiiiisssiiees.
He done lost his mind, what he think he craaaaaazzzzyyy?
He know he can’t live, what you think you Jaaaaaay-Z?
Never giving up.
Didn’t sin enough, didn’t live enough, if it’s love gotta give it up.
Never gettin stuck if I do, gotta switch it up.
Just to get a buck ima grind gotta live it up.
Go to sleep, hard time doin’ that.
And you can’t drop the ball, what you do wit that?
Got that good work, how you movin’ that?
Give it here ima show you what to do wit that.

(Outro - DJ Soulbuck Cuts)