Lost and Found

Lyrics

[Intro: Planet Asia] I do this shit to feed my kids, man [?], Jamel, Jabril, I love y'all [Verse 1: Planet Asia] Straight out the city of the grizzly Where them titties'll hit you with them mini tops While I walk many blocks Feel me, I was raised by the wolves Basically, I was raised by the rules Round the corner from bad news Was on the avenue as a youngin' Blunted, searchin' for them hunn'eds Anything to be did, we done it From squattin' n' sellin', schemin' n' plottin Keep the thug doctrine, deep in the mind of a nigga poppin' The hardest get intimidated watchin' I'm talkin' half a million dollar heist, layin' low in Stockton I'm talkin' a lot of carats out the glass sparklin' Artillery sparkin', million man marchin' It's crazy Throughout thе San Joaquin Valley I'm similar to what Wyclef is to Haiti Slackin' in your mackin' Moves stеp aside, while I keep things in order like the FOI Bullet proof bow ties, you know what I mean In the words of the people, baby Yo, yo Whenever have you known me to fake it Rappers'll snake it, like workers in the kitchen cuttin' crack in aprons I cut tracks with the greatness, new information [?] the rappers keep the truth concealed like the masons As I reveal the power of the Matrix Collect from Kemet Build like doctor Wesley Muhammad and Bobby Hemmitt Fitness lieutenant, seek [?] the god on the block I'm like Farrakhan in the [?], or like Malcolm in the Maybach Maserati Malachi, Phil [Ballantine?] in Palestine without a dime Still that dude I'm like purchasin' the chain for the ice Cause when I'm on the mic, you feel my jewels Whose the golden one? Time will tell, meditatin' by myself Levitatin' by the help of the source of El, most merciful Sendin' me the pictures like a postcard Black belt D of the month, only so far I need a shofar, you know what I mean? This that real shit right here, yo. Look This is unorthodox delivery, mortal misery Language of the pharaohs and sparrows of chemistry Industry enemy The speech that got Malcolm X [?] of the nation The assassination of Kennedy Caucusus mountain mayhem, mark of the mausoleum My global warmin', Hurricane Katrina in Medina, you sorta corny I'm this way walkin' like Run DMC I told you nobody's performin' on my stage, this is my house So, you should slide out We'll put you up the twelve jewels or either the pull the four-five [.45] out Snatch your crown off, every element of time valuable Piling in at the town hall, watch how I get my style off My profile off, [?] from a [?], it's such a [?] Ain't nothin' funny, wipe that fuckin' smile off You can't divide, multiply, or round off my sound off the face of the earth Take a mound off from the ground off [Outro] Black belt theatre That's that shit boy! Forget it man, I ain't goin' in there It's a fortress Well, fortress or no, it's top priority So am I It's suicide