I am crazy in the head, I am about to spaz out,
I play with death, Its crazy how this going to pan out,
Its like I got kicked in a cave, I am trying to climb out,
I am toxic with thoughts, so criminal, I need a time out.
Down the bottle of henny until the joint was empty,
Drank me some Ciroc, no lie, I had quite plenty,
I am lost out of my mind, I crying I am so damn happy,
I am so drunk, twisted beyond repair and my hair type nappy.
You can catch a game at Yankee‘s Stadium, or beat down in the south Bronx,
Or peep the Jamaicans on Gun Hill and White Plains Road dancing all day long,
The Bronx is where hip hop was blazing and battles are set to get epic,
You got to know about to Bronx, aka Bx, 2,4,5,6 train don’t disrespect it.
The seconds are counting down, the message it about to burn,
Do I accept the mission or shall I wait and skip my turn,
I make things possible I just got to rally up my team,
After a successful mission, couple explosions, in my bed I go to sleep and dream.