Lyrics

[Verse] Professor, profes stay to the streets But this ain't no religion, this a mystical speech Just peek, into the ghostly eyes They slamming from the chiva and they caught a surprise I share a bond, but some years are gone I'm a Westside felon with the four four long Sing along and be part of the chorus I could see muthufuckers like the iron walrus Homie store this, the lab arisen your mind Ese memory banks, filled with C-O-N rhymes A chamber, astain the rope, regalistic murder ese be the winds short Library's, the catalog weapon, download a curse The West was strengthen, plus the veil, of secrecy Behind the madness ain't shit to me 'Cause my child hood been a crazy lifetime For many of us we just bomb on sight I'm Imperial Rabbs in a cosmic sense I'm a road scientist ese cooking that meth In my book rhymes cured, I'm a serekive son Dope was my dad and mom was a gun I hance the possession a warrior priest And I'ma silence those that be willing to speak Who fail to reserve the code we live by I start with murder two could die Suicide slums full of traffickers Bitch say something and we after her She schemed against, so she deemed to fail Unstoppable force, the corpse just fell This a psychic link along with couraging fella A medicine killa, Half Mexica and Spaniard [Hook] Professor, that's what I am, enroll in my class And I'll teach you to blast Professor, why you give me the meth? 'Cause you don't pay attention when the subject is meth Professor, just give me a chance I could bring three bricks if you let me advance