[Chorus]   Don't try to hustle me   Better getcha dolla dolla   Better getcha paper, man   Don't try ta hustle meh   I ain't no dummy, man      Gonna getcha..   Gonna getcha..   Gonna getcha..      [Verse 1]   My inspiration enlights this vision, smokin this purple   This sticky icky is the medicine that it didn't on commercials   The cyclical nature of niggaz gotten me by this oracle   Documented for planted a wagon   Draggin historical like morbital, suspended in space   Rappin in circles   We ain't winnin but we is as crazy as fuck   Upclose and personal, preminitions of the gloriest   Dated, we'll be victorious, so many different choices   These fake niggaz is poisonous   Damn I need ta kill the noises   Heaven's gonna rolls Royces   But the Posse is just so boisterous   And noises only the poisonous   Hollywood couples swingin' and the people you won't believe   got woman that are weedin with women   And Adam is sleeping with Steve   It's complicated to me   If it's complicated to see and it's complicated to love   Then it's complicated to be, and if it's complicated to be   And they confiscated the key   when coke down in Columbia only costs you a 'G'   cocksuckers..         [Chorus]      [Verse 2]   Outta the Seven Sector conservativecy regime   Where the Panthers they don't have knowledge they needed to fully achieve   The prophet, he is giving me structures for Armaggedon 'cause it's coming   The Seven Signers are beside me, be runnin to the war-drummin   The general was fully commmitted, without a reason they want me to preach the love   Are you crazy?   It's killin season, I'm bleedin all over the speaker   My spirit is gettin much stronger   Look, the enemy is gettin much weaker   It's Bizzy the Kid, thats demonic   Revelations and horses, Double-X-Lin' the sources, Battlin the darker forces   They assinated my leader   And Lil Capo we need to kill in harmony from heaven   Seven automatic weapons      [Chorus]