This is it, dope from the fly kid. The Ice mic is back with the high bid. Suckers you've lost cos players you're not, gangstas you ain't. You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot.
You're stuck where you fell. Your past comes back to haunt you. Things you thought you'd learned again and again. Didn't fit well inside your head. . The victim of a crime of the mind.