Im Free to be me, but you dont see me
 so freely - so just be me once.
You dont see the Beats through the Mealody
If Mealody is a Felony Im straight tellin - ya to inprison me 
cause my tendancy is to break the beat - Frequently
Stop the beat Retreat 
Find the heat Rethink

Tell the bitches to Clap while i rap 
 Tell the Ho's who know the snow show That this mike flows like im on No-Doze 
And 365  tewnty four  im on the Flow cuz its real kinda like "Flo Joe"
 so... 

if you need an image to fight back Step back - cause i might have to try that 
One crazy home grown Mic Mac - layin Down these "Fat Tracks" thicker then "Antrhax"
My free Flow goes way lower then i told her
Drop a Beat, Drop a "Cop" if ya wanna.
While the old school Skool boyz Smoke Mara-Juana
Beat master And his Sista will delevier
Mike flows pourin like a river
cause My verb popin beat rockin is void of Chrys popping, or Bee Bopin -
But not stoping the foot stomping, Ass Rompin Beat Boxin _RAPS_.
like a teddy bear in taps, or a red rider without a nitecap
like a slimy mayor on crack, or that mike's color gap
i am here to piss you off, make you think, 
i can find a thought, but you need that dream
so... 
 
Tell the bitches to clap while i rap, 
tell the hoes to get up and flow like they know
that 365 24 we got the flow, real deal dont ya know

I may be white i may be gay, but baby maybe i drink tangeray
and hang out with doctor dre.
maybe my mike skills create mayhem 
and we all know if i say niggah i'm starting shit, 
no matter where i'm from its not legit
like i need to be a ghetto child to get buckwild, 
and my sense of style is just a wild hair in the ass of a nation that really doesn't care about race relations, 
and maybe i'm a hater, maybe i'm a G. maybe i'm what ever a record exec makes me. 
maybe i want my shit bootlegged, and sony covered in rotten eggs.
Dubb my shit, hell dub over it with something  dubbed into a millionaire's hit.
and then think about who is with it. 
think about the G spinning  Gangsta shit 
with a beat made by a kid in long beach, so hooked on coke Tower declared him out of reach,  
own his shit and signed his contract breach,  now he's on the street.
think about the police, keeping crime off the street 
think about the kids doing crime, biding time, till its do or die time
think about the bombs we send to babies, and the generations getting so lazy.
think about the last time you saw a bra burn, then the last time you saw Mr. Burns
think about life, think about death.
think about we are the only ones left.
think about dreaming think about free.
think of a time when you thought it could be
think about you, now think about me.
does the mike know the color we speak?