Lyrics

[Intro: Big Man G] Oh, yeah Oh, oh, check this out [Verse 1: Xavy Rusan] See, I've been takin' the time to perfect the science of me Pledgin' allegiance to the child inside me, and to God within him My DNA predates doctrine, the last of the mohicans On your ass if bro tweakin' I traveled through innerspace to tell you your fools lace This is food for thought, the fuck you thought? Can you call the creator? Fuck what you bought When your name ring bells in the cosmic hood When you sleepin' at night, is your conscience good? These niggas can't be sеrious Live from Sirius beat This is not an illusion, you hearin' it's mе The maker of the mathematics Architect of all apparatus Somehow still the nicest and the baddest With one foot on the pavement, and the other in your ass I maneuver with ease, the reversal of Dogg, and I'm flickin' the fleas The infinite ethers bleed in your speakers (Ayy) This is (Ayy) the I am [Verse 2: Xavy Rusan] It's the return of the original man Ridin' through seminal lands, ain't your mood for speakin' them symbols through hands Threat my mud brothers like my blood brothers, them my motherfuckers Treat the beef just like it's fuddruckers, fuck them bloodsuckers Uncle Sam got me fucked up, it's time to unfuck us Comin' down swangin' nunchucka, titty untuckered Know that I attract it, if you chase it, it'll run from you Niggas get subtracted when the math off by one number Blunt vapors comin' out my nostrils help me ease the brain Ridin' through the trenches, hope them niggas don't think we disdain Members of our water towns get slaughtered down, they thuggin', really Ride through my side of town, my nina and my cousin', Willy What you doin'? Nothin' really Nothin' that I care to mention Gotta watch them niggas, got a feelin' they want my position Gotta watch your opposition, put you in a 'Pac position Always speak your soul, I swear them motherfuckers got to listen Master in myche, I channel energy to inner act Bitch, I am the truth, it's common knowledge that I been a fact Peep the simulation, back when I was sippin' Simulac Breathin' deeply, keep me sinner sittin' where the sinners at [Verse 3: Big Man G] Them leaves roller than ambiguous plot, and my homie carries the stick just like a biblical prop Wild runner these bridges, have we twist of the lock Bitches be damned if they admit it, if they fit in a box I seen some homies really die, I feel subliminal shots Mixin the genres, pendulum thots, wrist in the pot I learned this shit from my Mama splitted with cynical pops It's passed down and written down if I forget it or not I'm just a bottom heeled baby if I get it or not I know the rich man can get it, but still dust in the rot I got my foot I'm the grave, I need my hands in some Guap Feel like a young will hope chamberfield with amateur shots Tired shiftin', it's like innerlockin' in my divine prism which ignites Imagery with light enters, ego death through flavored image markets Make the price differ, I'm a light spender, reachin' for diamonds like I'm an ice fisher Still look young heart, thrive, my eyes glimmer Painted the label of broken neighbors like style bender Steppin' on these squares like a tile setter I don't get tired ever Several to ivory, homie, I apply pressure like a flesh wound Kicks on the table to give me leg room Crowds that I sweat through, growin' a stretch through it, uh Travel my schedule, jump on a jet to 'em Yo, Queers in a test tube, show no respect to em