Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the drawīlow the door off this shit like bricks and C4 No surprise, verbal stick up, put em high We live this, fitted hats low, conceal the Crooked I I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit, explicit The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you A couple of my favorite verses of all time.
