| I’m the C-O to the double M O to the N |
| You heard, motherfucker? Well boy I hit ya again |
| Official bald nigga from the City of Winds |
| Stay doing it, doing it, I am doing it |
| What the fuck is going down? Nigga you sound |
| Like a real bitch right now, the pound |
| I gave you I knew I shouldn’t have gave you |
| Before you was a hoe now you think the money made you |
| A slave to the rhythm, indentured servant to wisdom |
| Clinton is the pres but I voted for Shelly Chisom |
| In a poetical prison, I’m visiting self |
| For hours, coward niggas get shanked for kicking |
| Pussy raps, radio is like CO’s they try to push me back |
| I rip cats out of they suits, give them they hoodies back |
| I from the hood we stack back fist |
| «Ooh ohh ahh"is the sound of blackness |
| These new school cats is classless, influenced by rap shit |
| Front money, but hustle backwards |
| I break bread with broads that got they masters |
| And hypes the blaster, lawyers that work faster than young ghetto bastards |
| Became childlike with the way I style right |
| And act, because children naturally react |
| Respond, to the Com as a poet I’m a last like a Don |
| Cause I’m like that yo, a phenom without shit on my arm |
| You can’t coherse a verse |
| I’m a rhyme when I want to get up and rhyme |
| Some say I space like John Glenn because of the places I’ve been |
| I breaks about spin, been through cases of Heinekin |
| Return to orbit off some shit that’s anti-Corbin in the Wild Style |
| On to gain rappers is getting tortured for tossing salads |
| You imbalanced, you rap about violence too much |
| I go on blind dates with my estates and gold dust |
| And at my shows a lot shows up, they think it’s a hold up |
| So many hands go up, but with the band I cold up |
| Money folder, you want a fresh style let me show you |
| I’m the C-O to the double M O to the N |
| You heard, motherfucker? Well boy I hit ya again |
| Official bald nigga from the City of Winds |
| Stay doing it, doing it, I am doing it |