i just wrote it down after i spit it on that wu tang instrumental..
respect a foreign word down here on earth
handcuffs dont scare them more than words
police is impotent around where we use to live
gods plan was I, so I'm the gift on his list
my wrist holds me down when i get hot in the booth
the spot, freestylin spittin out the truth
get lose, thats what i have as a bit of adive
blow that nice out in Nice goons better act right
quite, police around the house, try to pass the town
chase me,quick between time zones like astronauts
i pick a finishline among moon and the sun
rule of thumb, you die before reach it son
hit the tv on see yourself in the news as wanted
booze yourself out,get paranoid and hunted
run with blisters on the feet, towards eden
blizzards try to stop me while i was passin sweden
still believe in the promised land like jesus
war,violence left many dreams cut in pieces
ignorant people,sweep them like blockbusters
my block bust incognito like Inglorious basters