cloud, then the rain comes, then the pain comes X marks the spot, graffitti marks the slums The chosen ones communicate with mathematics The new tactics set me free
, slaughters, Of partners, mourners, fathers and daughters, They chassed us, caught us, numbered us to sort us, Raped up, scorned us, to break us they
Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know
with the premonition that tempts the dimension of fate were on a path if you seek self transformation look no farther shape shift if you hide in your questions
the kin folk Fuckin with the climate on the inside of the windows They're here, the baby farmers gonna take it farther Make a mark and break apart your
and a bag of chips To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just because The first one slipped Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little question marks
as they can test us We flip 'em on they backs, like that The many men that make us great must stay together Cause together, we're hard to break Repeat 1 [Mark
my dues, now it's back to ballin The raps a boring dead man, I dip the casket for em I'm back performing, I bag em Break their back, don't call em Look
we get rid of this clown? Me and her sat down, he got a little jealous Cause his punk ass sat in the middle of us And he asked me question after question
a title like Hakeem, I'm peelin' caps like tangerines Tellin' niggas I should break 'em off chips Get 'em in clubs free and take 'em on trips Free-Loadin