You're either slangin' crack rock, or you got a wicked jumpshot.
Blowin' up is nothing to me.
The lesson from the smith and wesson is depressin'.
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way.
Basically, I wake up at nine o'clock in the morning, go to different record stores, go to the studio, think up different ideas for songs. Just workin'.
Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, leave you toothless.