The affiliates nigga
 Pay attention
 Aye Woogie

 Mind your business kid
 Get stock your pictures and meet your rock fences
 Tryna hide from your senses
 Take a model, we allow interest
 In the crowd with the quickest kickin niggas in the ditches
 Cause we've got a center we could drop vicious
 The road less travel cause it's men to go without
 Wild rappers sound soft as Mickey Mouse wearing stretched pants
 So just the fans do a Disneyland dance
 The more flamboyant
 Blind but I run it with the clarity and vision so they call me clairvoyant
 Engineer for your sheer enjoyment
 The unseen, I make em come clean up off it
 Torture and torments
 We chase the revenge, might tantalize retirements
 Them scruntin out and terrorized, strong on specialized in severing lies
 Then send em off to Bishop Lamont to get baptized

 They need oxygen
 The soft shit will suffocate the breath out the east and the west
 The north and the south, let's help em
 CPR, Cali professional rap stars – here we are
 Don't kill em Bishop
 Let me get em for you
 Hit with the energy to kill that beat
 Believe in short term memory, but steal the skill
 We keep burning and reveal the real, now get going

 Rough like the skin around my neck
 Love it, whatever
 Nigga dirty like the bottom of my shoes rubber
 That's how I bounce raps over tracks, stacks over racks
 Plaques hanging over the cracks
 Nocturnals revenge, blood on the seringe
 Crowd control, I power steer em like the Benz
 Seats hugging like dykes while I'm meeting Mike and Ikes
 My stereo be bumpin like my stereotype
 Light burnin like the red flag warning
 Follow the backwood trail that lead you to the water
 Thirsty like niggas like me
 Cool like jeans shorts with my spizz, I do the right things
 Rugged like my brothers in Iraq
 Attacking my problems like a highjacker or a linebacker
 My fate got no fear factor
 I'm up late, putting in work, I wanna move faster

 They need oxygen
 The soft shit will suffocate the breath out the east and the west
 The north and the south, let's help em
 CPR, Cali professional rap stars – here we are
 Don't kill em Bishop
 Let me get em for you
 Hit with the energy to kill that beat
 Believe in short term memory, but steal the skill
 We keep burning and reveal the real, now get going

 The blackhearted angel with a gun and a halo
 Breathe til my energy seize and will I say so
 My city breed killers nigga you can observe
 That's why I really sound happy when I write these words
 I'm a product of the game, born into the cocaine era that spread over the nation like bad weather
 There's something in the air round here
 I can't even explain it
 God it even feels hot when it's rainin
 Niggas been gangbangin since Carter and Reagan
 Made millions, killed thousands, still ain't shit changing
 Tell my niggas Bishop hit em with that reformation
 Caltroit, chase infinite, that's elevation
 Surrounded by the essence of hate, we breathe light in the game
 So you can inhale life in your brain
 Surrounded by the devils and snakes who breathe light in the game
 Frontin, fill a couple shots in the frame
 Breathe.

 They need oxygen
 The soft shit will suffocate the breath out the east and the west
 The north and the south, let's help em
 CPR, Cali professional rap stars – here we are
 Don't kill em Bishop
 Let me get em for you
 Hit with the energy to kill that beat
 Believe in short term memory, but steal the skill
 We keep burning and reveal the real, now get going<br />
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			         Thanks to d