Nothing is more dangerous than an idea, especially when it's the only one you have

You see vision is the art of seeing things invisible



Ahh My God (To the Beat Y'all



Verse 1



A lot of love lost your days is getting cloudy now I'm gonna see how many can really stand the rain

 Bumpy back again analytical still working out twice a day like it's critical still mix a lot keep it spiritual 

Mic still hot still lyrical and you niggaz hate to see me rise 

I ain't got no more patience you can see it in my eyes

I'm sick of niggaz keeping me in lies, I hear ya talking

I'm New York nigga I rep it every time I step it evn though I'm well respected I got a weapon your past is terrible your future's worse

Let me put this Walter PP all in ya mouth cock it and shoot you first 

Your shit ain't phat ain't no pun to that cause I make this hardcore gansta shit so fun to rap

You in trouble like no gun to clap in the middle of Pakistan

Either you fight or you clap your hand

Cause weak niggaz can't ever be sincere

I'm the hardest sober hardcore beats in ya ear

And I'm graceful like Muhhamad Ali opposing war

I ain't trying to be no soldier that don't konw what he's fighting for

That's hypocritic if I'm shooting up my block over 150$ size rocks

I'm a stop fucking with niggaz like Jenny from the block

Cause all you want to do is come in the club and bust shots

You see a man who exposes himself when he's intoxicated really don't know the art of getting drunk

Bumpy Knux bring funk like a musty black man from Gahn I rip through Mc's like a peronous

Run up on me if ya want to I'll cock my resolution like I was Hughey Newton plottin revolution what ya'll rappers call 16 Barz I call polution so fuck you and your distribution

I'm the self mad dollar blue colar rockwilder

Yes I weigh more 265 I weigh more I guess I got my weight up

I send you 16 Barz I ate up

All you punch line niggaz I'll put you in a line and punch every one of you

now you know your purpose

I'm the bible of the ghetto and page by page

I wote ya'll a manual on the black man rage

I'll chae you till I catch that ass I guess I'm like age

And I kill gansta rappers too I guess I'm like AIDS

Take it Easy Eazy does it and ya'll wanna spit bitch in the club being a sleezy buzzit

Two years was my interlude I fixed my imperfection I got my mind in better shape to spit you the Konexion 



Now that I got that off my Chest

Aiyo Big Chuck let's do this for Big Bro