[Verse 1: ST] Get inside the sickness They thought I'd vanish quicker than triple sixes inside crucifixes Only rolling thick spliffs, Dutchmasters double fold When I'm back from Uptown on my bizness Liam on the mix b**h, this ain't gonna make sense To you unless you on this rich sh**, brilliant mixed with Streets smarts that you dimwits Can't understand, I'm playing God with you Christians, now hit this *Inhaling smoke" piff got you paranoid Sounds echo round ya ears in a parrot's voice Lazy flow cause the dro got me paralyzed Play par on this green, one stick, attaboy White kids go crazy, black ones are reticent Cause I'm more Brady Bunch than I'm the Jeffersons
To me, fellow rappers are venison Rare meats that I hunt for, y'all can never win I'm on my kettle chips, roll blunts with h**n Numb face gets son laced with a pair of chins Jay Leno flow split it up when the parrots sing Copycats copycats send em in I'm Peter Parker swinging, web through the towers Led to the next room Spidey Sense power Blowing on that sour, but you already knew that The movement is moving and there's no place for the cowards I'm on my Avenger sh**, Hulk in the flesh and sh** You set a bar but lawwwwd am I stepping it Take a trip, Breckenridge, snow and and a leftist b**h In the room looking out wondering what the hell is this…