I'm the lyrical ghost of tupac, the time left on the world clicks down on my 2 clocks, all I got for christmas was this new glock, and I flash it on the hill while I sling rock, yeah that's right my mountains hood as fuck, you wouldn't step foot here even with a world of luck, I'll rustle your feathers like an ugly duck, I'm wrapped up in this hood life but I'm not stuck, I'm just loving life and livin true to my self, channeling the greatest of all time for the message not my personal wealth, your records are whack and don't even deserve a dusty spot on the shelf, I'll battle you any time any place if you aint to scared for your health.