wise the dome
without the chrome
experience my zone
communicate without a cell phone
cause they are tracking my tone
counterfeiting my spit,
but I never lose my grip
remain equipped
when I represent
captain of my ship
navigating to your nearest location
evaluating the destination
blowing up like a detonation
burning buildings
thug ninjas feel it
yearning for the learning
feeding my brain
exceeding my plan
walking on water and land
run on hot sand
reject your deposit
keep it in the closet
unlock it
and cock it
load the clip
place it on my hip
not a motorola
your next to tel
for the blind I wrote in braille
the weak remain frail
like a train your derailed
business fail
in jail with no bail
now your soul is burning in hell;
resting with flames
from flipping the game
trying to claim fortune and fame