| What up Diamond? |
| You know it’s going down |
| Stunts, Blunts and Hip-Hop nigga |
| One more time, one more again |
| We in the drug lab |
| Watching the first Planet of the Apes |
| You know what afterbirth is right? |
| Well this is death’s afterbirth |
| When I call late with intents to motivate |
| Spread love cause I know the hate |
| All too well, I been through hell |
| And back, then return with a story to tell |
| Listen: I had a rough transition |
| Peasant with a king’s ambition |
| Imperial, toast with no cereal |
| Will visit you if you need a visual |
| The General, I generally |
| Move at a pace something like General Lee |
| I write from left feel, the best yiel |
| Face so familiar, remember the G |
| Hit em with the semi and flee |
| Try to go from MC to the front of a T |
| Literally — like that quick |
| When real life interferes with rap |
| Deadly with a pen |
| Multiple 187's |
| Rest in peace |
| Deadly with a pen |
| Multiple 187's |
| Rest in peace |
| Kick your front row in and drag them out |
| This is death’s afterbirth |
| Fly on a corpse and you ride in a hearse |
| Family crying, your spirit just glide from the Earth |
| Like July on the 4th |
| Mister you just a guy in the dirt |
| Mind a weapon they can’t find in a search |
| I satisfy your widow with the size of a girth |
| I dive in a tsunami and arrive in a surf |
| Standing on Shamu in a referee shirt |
| Can’t compare me, I’m the best |
| Work at the |
| Twist MC’s like they possess -leptic, do the metrics |
| If ya pop is dead then I’m a vampire on records |
| Undead, haters wanna take me out of my zone |
| You can’t push my buttons I’m a iPhone |
| Diamond, Diggin' in the Crates: art |
| I dig in your chest and rip out your beating heart |
| Deadly with a pen |
| Multiple 187's |
| Rest in peace |
| Deadly with a pen |
| Multiple 187's |
| Rest in peace |
| Kick your front row in and drag them out |