I'm heavy hearted, heavy headed, misunderstand it,
Try the permanent repercussions, I empty the cannon.
I'm addicted to ganja, roll it up in a wood,
Drink a gallon of heaty, throw it up with the hood.
I'm a rhyme for my people, give my people a voice,
Never follow the leader, use the weapon of choice.
This is not an illusion, this is not a mirage,
Conversation with God, spilling my soul out.
I own assault weapons that fall down like Megatron
The iron mob, try better bombs, I'm better alone.
So tag along like a dog with a bag of bones,
Smoke to the sack of gold, nigga on a grind,
Put my motherfucker records on,
So they can relate to the hate and the pain,
To the struggle and strain,
Never take it in vain, bring the one and the same.
Press and push your forehead at the back of your brain.
Let's spread it out, nigga,
Spread it out, spread it out, spread it out,
It go oooo, oooo,
(And you can't get none, you don't want none, you can't get none,
Spread the fuck out, gets these hot ones)
I try not to get involved with the nonsense
I'm from the time where you couldn't pause comments,
wondering - merak ediyor
woman - kadın
weapon - silah
understood - anladım
throw - atmak
where - nerede
thought - düşünce
these - bunlar
suffer - acı çekmek
struggle - mücadele
stripping - soyunma
strain - gerginlik