Restylish

I never got shook up by talks of Illuminati
I’m from where n-ggas talk that talk
then walk around the streets all day
carrying heat like the human body
stress – we mastered that
death – we laugh at that
you n-ggas sweeter than the cog-ni-ac
i never sleep and when my eyes is closed
I’m in a deep battle for sheep. I’m an insomniac.
but when it comes to the rhymes, a hypochondriac
the flow so sickly, splash a hot round on me
peel off quickly. luckily,
now one of you n-ggas could fuck with me
i hit you with a plus degree
mind detect mind, plus mind detect matter
with that i say peace to the g.o.‘s
and all my niggas locked away in cages, giving shit to the c.o.‘s
doing long stretches on the track
cuz they fell into the trap of the Neo’s
the Farrakhan of rap, giving dap to the people
busting shots at the eagle
with the arrows in its talon, sneaking shots when you peep through your peephole
spit the abracadabra, manipulate matter with a black magic created to eradicate evil