One yeah.. yeah..
Yo, Lord I need my life., how a son so sweet , gone with rage,
go ahead  from in front my face, long the days
Lonley spliffs hits my lungs, Sun on the world and a gun on my ribs
Oh lord fo sure we are self-destructive creatures,  Hyped he struts  gloves guns urging the thug : sick with 151, stress out  weighed in as ton giftst  still awake can’t figure it. 
Hitting dames on my dirty bedroom sheets hot swapping spit.
Then sad silence sooths I’m gon’ Study good so I never forgets
Dollars and sense, Breath slowy stops the maddness
Greed blocks  trust, Trown up Satan still try to swallow us.
Its Beast conduct {*siren*} souls currupt and cry winter tears  clocking dat dust
One with the chi but I’m  stuck, Hood  spirits see em lining up 
It hot wells drying up, lies shot up, the truth hot again 
fuss a lot ya ass thirsts, the dream stops but we need His Son for our sins. 
Please blessed rays intervene the dark needs light again 
In love with the slums as your home , your past little was known 
Good Gats,  extorted your victims soul put him right in a tomb, believe the crourier dropping a  message real  soon. Hell bent on being a star take baby steps shoot for the moon.
For Instances they fall to pieces faces made over with  heaters ya hand is the blocker
Night Stick- in your ribs with multiple fracture,  pleading with him evil smile he just watch ya 

THINK THROUGH GOD‘S IN THE SKY. AND TIME RUNNING OUT, THIS IS WHAT BLACK LIFE ABOUT. TOO LATE TO FIGURE WE GRINDING NOW.!
{*whispering again*}
Yo, all This is all hype .
All this is all hype . that's all the greed 
All this is all hype.. we all I bleed  niggaz
All this is all hype .. yeah
{*gradually getting louder*}
Fall to knees over some stunt, Son played, and Son’s mens
Son scared.- seen Swell corspes that onced lived. 
Blacker than black  enlave me  poor mantan, guns, crooks, facts 
attract the sacredt to save me, Stuck calling friends 
Jesus hung blood drippin from worn feet to save we , fear dirty smelly pops
with a shot of  hen dog in his tube socks-Ya gear pristine two piece, Tracks dirty too
Hit fiens with Sound track for the seven 50 silver screen.s
Seven Eleven purchase brews, Sip from the same bottle deasease
Crept into you. Every body get sick some times,  doped up at hospitals tremers sweats and
Da blood clots up,  nervousness in ya steer. Truth for invincible men
halucinate Nothin is there, major figures fold up, looting stealing your gear,
I start pacing , till my vision is clear
why forget the spit resonates to get em to cheer,  who sent me these lines. toaist I'm rapped  spit Quadruple the tracks, true varying lines.
Spliff from soil diggers its real b fo shizzy. Hold up don’t temp me
Who raw man trust scrolls prolific spirit lifted hevenly
Fear you bluffing nothing to say-Play with trust , he trust, they nuts , we  nuts
heads crying, steal it, We stole it  for lunch 
BLACK PLEASE LAKE CEMENT FO SNICTHES SCREWED YOU TWEEN THE SPACE IN FLOOR,  CRY NOW-HO CHI MIN VIETNAM NO WEAPONS STILL READY FOR WAR.
{*whispering again*}
Yo, all This is all hype .
All this is all hype . that's all the greed 
All this is all hype.. we all I bleed  niggaz
All this is all hype .. yeah

{*starting loud this time, getting quieter*} 

ALL SEEDS FROM ONE WIFE, SON DIED, GONE DEATH, NO MORE SUN LIGHT
WATTS, CRESHAW ELECTRIC CHAIR LEAKED ON HIMSELF, NO HOPE But OVERSTANDING for yall 
All he wanted to be was the cream of the crop, crew ecominical walking all tall smack hit up the strip,  This a game played with rules that’s always swithcing. Clues to ponder dry behind 
Is what is teaches, Guerillas realer than you.
Homey riff allday So gut instints won’t know what it is. I have one. Instinct that  You hate
goahead blab just onces . I'm casted cause I'm not you  nigga
Thought  I shouldn’t I got me classic one  Re tooled you niggaz
so you can’t walk but crawl , knees and hands scracthing
Soars its gets deep. Permanent dismemberment is everlasting
White boy say sweet with thick cars, brothers ridding to get pick up in front 
of prison gards, Mama,  cry tears from theheart 
she  knows you were hotheaded as a youngster
Every fight it was like stop he’s ill, nobody  could punk ya
For real my purpose done  change, Warrior throw in flames.
Over Zealous cause teams in a league by themselves want draft me into game
Is it the sess or is it the guiness.
Coulda been you believe that my Sic causins  came through he came to me when I was bum on benches.   Rhyming is timing. I’m clever in the face of jake 
Provided that they didn’t chase, a fighter souls, see now the bling is straight
Yelling that flavor fried chinken-water melon.
Heard they were jealos cause I truly flip it for real
Prop is crazy, I found right tracks its time to get downs.
My pocket been hurting deep in hole but I am start climbing now. 

Yo, all This is all hype .
All this is all hype . Give a little tired of all greed in world. 
All this is all hype..  What stars you must fools to me
All this is all hype .. to spread ignorance to the world 

  Genre: Hip Hop