toosik

Call me dead prez, cos im bigger than hip hop,
Yo think you're sh.it hot, but really you're talking sh.it, stop,
my fist drops then your lips pop.
Mate You think its your time well its not, just look at your wrist watch,
Bitch what? I wouldn't give you the fumes off my piss pot,
But I can still make you jump like criss cross.
Time ticks by like tick tock, but if you blink for a second you might miss a lot,
You'll wake up in the future and you'll wish you stopped,
Just fuc.king switched it off, but instead you just sniff the rock,
blaze spliffs of pot, not forgetting all the trips you drop.
These days you wonder why nothings changed,
Ten years later and Its still the fuc.king same,
You thought by now you'd be flush in a range, rover,
but you're still going to work on the busses and trains, over.
Look james is puffing again, smoker,
It's like he's stuck in some chains, broker,
Not richer, not even by a whisker, he's out of luck and it's game over.