text: Part 1 - THE BROWN STAINS OF DARKEESE LATIFAH PART 6-12 
  Oh, you the motherfucking man, huh?
  Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands, huh?
  Oh, you be trapping out the bando, selling grams, huh?
  Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans, huh?
  You see, thats the bullshit that I dont need
  Im telling yall niggas, yall aint fucking with me
  See, I looked in the mirror and he said, You are the man
  And I said, Hey man, I agree
  Rocks on rainbow, Bens a nice fellow
  Your neck reflects your personality, and mine is yellow
  Boy, I hit the block, like I hate Legos
  They know, they got thirty seconds; Jared Leto
  Before they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
  Boy, its Golf Wang-o, and thats the squad I bang-o
  Until my fucking brain go, now lets reload the aim-o
  Cant a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?
  Im the truth and the dare
  And you can get your ass beat just like the kick and the snare 
  ScHoolyboy is my niggy, you know Im good in the 50s
  That boy not that bad, eh, its no Biggie
  Its the G-O, and the L-F, we go-go, no homo
  We blackout, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin Diggy
  No ship in this series, since I pissed off Iggy man 
  Been that man since Batman had a sidekick
  Catch me in some Vans like one of them soccer mamas
  And them bitches blue like that family went to a Dodger
  Solve em You cant bitch, Im a problem 
  And youll get fucked up like the thoughts inside of my noggin 
  Going harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter
  All my shows got one black in it like Larry David
  And Im that nigga, meaning Im two niggas, Im schizo 
  Brent Lowe, mind motherfuckin been gone
  Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole
  And I dont really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow 
  Dont get offended, love being darkskinned-ed
  Twenty-three with a crib, and I dont got no tenants
  And I dont like sports, but the court got a tennis
  Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my business
  See, thats that Cherry Bomb, get my burr on
  Thats McLaren, 91 out the Chevron
  Motors Flog Gnaw , Vans on, fuck your Jordans
  Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals 
  Boy, Im a sicko, Flaco nigga, but kinda macho
  Boy, I got some vatos and shout out to ScHooly, he kinda loco
  Pack a de la pistol, we splitting nachos, then for that cheese
  Boy, he was using some shells just like a taco, so grab your goggles
  Nigga, Taco Tuesday, you dont want none of that
  Have you heard of Fairfax? Boy, we was running that
  Nigga took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that 
  Crack a cracker with a barrel, uh 
  Gang bang tattoos, this aint a Louis rag 
  Orange Paisley got me crip crazy 
  Pants heavy, sag to the left with the belt strapped 
  No face mask, nigga, just toe tags 
  Still, the blunts getting passed, yeah 
  Aint worried bout no niggas 
  I dont grieve over suckers 
  Gunpowder on my knuckles 
  Call the ambulances 
  Im from the era of crip walking 
  You was clown-dancing 
  You wanna be me, huh? 
  Cuz is wack in his raps and what he rap, he aint done 
  Its Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your tongue 
  Pussyboy, you fucked over, nigga, control your gums 
  Teeth missing, moms wont recognize your face when its lump, woo
  My square homies license, double life in my trunk 
  Mind, power, body, and soul, we break handcuffs 
  Got a strike on my record, double cups, and duck 
  You want the life like us, you need to crip that coast 
  You want to steer that wheel, you want to smoke that kill 
  Well, who am I?
  Part 2 - SPECIAL 
  Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker
  Anything thatll piss you muthafuckas off
  I dont even smoke and Im a level above of yall
  Bitch, you couldnt reach me with a ladder and a calling card
  Im special, nigga
  Who the fuck are you?!
  Im special, nigga
  They used to tell me to calm down, said I have a problem
  Now Im runnin shit, thats why you never see me wearin joggers
  Lead by example, how?
  All yall is my son and I aint never had a fuckin father
  Boy, Ima bring the noise
  I got my own beat and we all got drums
  What these weapons about? Were just flexin about
  You on your grind but who the one that got the wep at their house?
  Bitch, I do this on purpose, you niggas dont got a purpose
  This nigga call me a clown, nigga I own the circus
  Stack is sittin in my pocket folded like a papaya
  You know I golf bitch like I been sleepin with Tiger
  Woody woody, my mob, mob is goodie we Oddkast
  We O-K-K-K just like the clan hoodie
  Golf shit packet, rip it out the fuckin package
  In that all pink fit lookin like a fuckin faggot
  Who the fuck you think you fuckin with, nigga!?
  Im a bad case of I dont even know
  I gotta to tear the shit out of this goddamn house
  I think that Ima blow my muthafuckin brains out
  Tyler, take a chill pill, nigga