Feat. Killer Mike, Crooked I & Webbz

If you run 

Say hy as I write rhymes
Every line is like phone lines
So every time I sit and write rhymes
Rhymes like life online
Is this life so right when I write these rhymes
No time for lyin’
No time for lyin’
When I write rhymes I don’t write
And I just rhyme
Cause the rhymes come out my mind
Defined by divine design
And now's my time, mostly talkin' to myself
So people think I'm out my mind
Out my mind
Cause this is in my heart
That lives my art like Joan of Arc
I did alter
When I leave I see a flying saucer
Before I sleep I read the worse
With a young stripper girl
Crack this now
Crack this now
Cause every time I say a word
Is like I flip a bird
Never seen his ass take off yet
And that is a fact
Starting like Hollywood African
As I walk around and I know how to act
I don’t know how to act
There is a right nigga that went pot
You ain’t no piggy pot


It’s in the air where you’re pending real
Give the niggaz the thing that you feel
Welcome to the jungle
I’m tired of these games small and humble

It’s in the air where you’re pending real
Give the niggaz the thing that you feel
Welcome to the jungle
I’m tired of these games small and humble

Past and the crise with the past and the pot
Surveillance on every end, every block
Big Brother from above
Just catch a body , leave prints
No gloves
Tryin’ to stay focuse
I got to keep my pase stream
Fuck the federals
We got no planes
We get weak
Most lies try to elevate minds
Nigga what is gonna be?
I’m tryin’ to see what martials are
Pray you aren’t happy for martial love
One life to live and it’s all the ticket
The people who the most nasty lookin’
You’re a street nigga
Have a cush roll
And the government virus like Ebola

It’s in the air where you’re pending real
Give the niggaz the thing that you feel
Welcome to the jungle
I’m tired of these games small and humble

It’s in the air where you’re pending real
Give the niggaz the thing that you feel
Welcome to the jungle
I’m tired of these games small and humble

This is where I put my heart in
Livin’ my life behind bars
No partin’
Go ahead and act pardon
I’ve been getting Adam since evil in the garden
The floor is about to hit you up
Split you  up at the corner
I’ll come and pick you up
I don’t give 2 fucks
Cause you are wild and shit
You rather sound like a palace shit
Now fuck the palace shit
And then it gave birth to some big shit
You proud of the shit

But I’m the chief
Rockin’ the heat
The boy aught in the meat locker
Street chopper sounded like a beat buster
Enemies stay steppin’
When they meet they ain’t gonna see what they wearin’
They see that Gates of Heaven is 1.87
Me and DJ be afraid

It’s in the air where you’re pending real
Give the niggaz the thing that you feel
Welcome to the jungle
I’m tired of these games small and humble

It’s in the air where you’re pending real
Give the niggaz the thing that you feel
Welcome to the jungle
I’m tired of these games small and humble