[Verse 1: Chill The Truth]
I spit dope rhymes suckaz wanna know the outcome/
Got a price on my head like my name is Malcolm/
They want to know my story and what I do, so it’s a must that I stay true til I turn blue/
The underground is where I dwell at, it’s where I find my Heaven and where you find your hell at/
Step to this cuz it’s on/
I lay fake emcees in the dust, their covered with a layer of rust/
This is why I don’t make time, I take time/
Send her this way she a dime, that’s all on my mind/
I’m laid back, still rap not the best but not wack/
All the hate makes the sky grey/
Causing confusion, it’s not an illusion/
So many arguments it can’t be proven/
The weather is just waiting for prosecution/
So much noise and air pollution/
Another delusion for the solution-- stay green, stay clean don’t leave a scene obscene/
Cuz this is a vision, not a dream/