Tupac was too good and Big L shoulda never fell,
Malcolm never, ever shoulda been in that cell,
Lennon didn’t deserve those four shells,
Shouldn’t already have to say R.I.P. B.I.G.,
I just want peace like greedy corporate interests,
Get it? I hope my message can be read allowed,
To children in the crowds, learn truth, it’s genuine sound,
Been new in town, now I’m plottin’ to takeover next round,

"I love gold..." (Goldmember sample), the plot’s to drop somethin’ that’s never old,
The ghost inside is never told what me and the reaper discuss out in the cold,
Corrode at the soul of foes who never shoulda try to flow,
I’m cocoa to you mofos, sweeeeet like surfer bros, got wave yo?

I filet the weak, grill ‘em out, get their ugly side exposed,
Pay the Pope to pop the Prez if he keeps talkin’ Anti-hope,
Plant the eye of a storm in dirt, know it’ll grow into dank dope,
Crank up the amp, only remember days that were damp,

(So..)
Had to find what brought sunshine to my mind,
Grind ten times what you thought you could off pine,
The universe is lyin’, it’s out against you, out to get you,
Out to fret with you, fuck with you, slip your digit down a fret or two,

Fight against that, I’m a viking on a fifth leadin’ the group,
Mead and the soup providin’ me with vitality for what I gotta do,
Rule one is love, rule two is control, three is for the goals,
Few got the spirit, but with time anyone can succeed quick, (ho!)

Chorus:
Tupac was too good and Big L shoulda never fell,
Malcolm never, ever shoulda been in that cell,
Lennon didn’t deserve those four shells,
Shouldn’t already have to say R.I.P. B.I.G.,

Lyrics leadin’ to murder so gruesome, no open caskets,
I hate these fascists, thought we was past this,
Pass cannabis, reach bliss then untwist the fifth,
Risky biz’, the tactics sharps, but the emotions hiss,

Out in an oasis, known I was made for this,
Got the beat like Ableton, and my babe an Apple-bum,
Savage lungs, greenery livin’ inside of me,
Had a pot nursery since I probably sixteen,

Cautious, but run on balance-beams, flip the work, make the gym hurt,
Oooooooo, that boys too ill,
Close to get my fill, while you fools just chompin’ capsules,
Poppin' pills is your only skill,

I live and die hip-hop, breathe in and exhale art,
This ain’t the start, this the meteoric rise,
Flowin’ in like them rising tides caused by the Oil guys,
Eyes look like cherry pies, mind reflecting Albert Ein’

Known to rule the rhyme, legend say he’s always burnin’ pine,
Grippin all the great times, dippin’ any shadow that finds
Me, I’m the reason they got ID’s, always had an alias since 9-3,
The only way to get through the fog that barely blinds we, (real g’s move in silence like a gnat)

Tupac was too good and Big L shoulda never fell,
Malcolm never, ever shoulda been in that cell,
Lennon didn’t deserve those four shells,
Shouldn’t already have to say R.I.P. B.I.G.,