I granted my neighborhood immunity During the Rodney King riots when niggas burnt down and looted they're communities Instead I pulled bricks from the walls of my imagination and threw 'em Through the window of opportunity Every studio date booked is a date closer to death procession We in overtime with 0.6 seconds left, possession Still life's depth perception begins at the rectum So I'm defecated from opposite ends of the spectrum So, take these gems and stick 'em in y'all [? ] My definition of on-point affect hemophiliacs and virgins all in the same Manner, one prick and it's all over And you can lick the gun clips But it's a sin to wet me like nun clits None spit, with my ferocity I over shadow passion Take my brain off safety and watch my ideas drop shells and blaze battlefields [Hook:] [Sampled from Big L