Handle my Bone, I stand on my own/ Ain't nobody fist to come and knock me out my zone/ Liquor my grave, and etch that I'm the remnenant stone/ Church people, I'm the worst, go home/ Praise to the Earth and the guage and the dumb cause here we come with those yellow suckers and rum, darkness 151/ Shakin' off stupid foes only we God knows, only we and God knows, and sheep in a raw pose/ Know that I am of the creator, hater, even in red snaked aligator/ No couchi in my potato/ Runaway slave-a, house suckers never my neighbor/ Murda mo' murda till somebody play us, playa playa, cause I got... what? what? what? what? what?

Rap City 2002 Freestyle (The Gift promotion)