Thoughts of perversion
human trafficking sex
pay for the city's coercion
embezzling money through the rail link light funding
Nickels and Gregoire still owe me a hundred
really,
I'm producing meth in the heart of the city distribute to college kids and whores on Aurora that's pretty
lock stock two smoking barrels these the guns people shoot at the SP
I'm responsible for dead cops but they never arrest me
cause I'm the only muthafucka building the city up
provide minorities with jobs even though the positions corrupt
taxes they get paid, just not the percentage they want
if i had my cash then I wouldn't be up front,
outside of the congress steps smoking joints in Olympia
not tryna start a scene and all I really ask is you hear me out
so many ki's of coke paved the city with bike routes
I got kids running for me picking up white owls
plenty ounces that's full of grip, bagging 'em right now
in transit to Marysville, get a few packs passed out
in a few hours, well shit man
I'm due back downtown, collecting on some money so this here won't make trial
cause suit and tie niggas quick to talk
broke all vows,
the place where a murder will occur,
at a broke in house, senators and their mistress,
the kids, killing 'em now
the wife's tied up couple goons piss in her mouth (ay)
I'm leaving evidence cause I want em to figure it out
they know they're in the wrong, basically that's what this here's about
what the fuck's in a name shit I'll piss on your clout clown
that's why I got no respect for these niggas around town
storming the city hall, town meetings is shut down
your union shit in their bloomers,
politics is called out
these elitist is geekin' if they thinking they all wild
I heard most of it and it ain't nothing to be proud
I'll take 'em all to battle, I can give 'em they peace
now, writing a sentence sicker than when Troy Davis had made trial
I'm killing the innocent these belligerents talk loud
and next time you gassin', call you out in a large crowd
give a fuck what a Sensei I suggest that you bow out,
these niggas you chiefin' with can't help you in pow-wows
when I'm building a rhythm your assembly lacks styles
and I ain't quitting they can't fuck with this person
real life or verses,
hear it right shit, I spit it perfect