Fallow’s boe’s world-wide.

Boe livin’ good.

Cabal in enforcer armor.

Cabals kill all the laws.

You i’ tryin’ a’ rule the world.

Boe, you a young killer.

It’s they some killers is up to no good.

Get back from me.

Polis is peat.

Despotic kings write, I roll, i’ scroll, aye’ decries.

Rebel South stood up sticks thought boe it’s what I did.

I’ I be a red Dragon.

The blue mob i’ a Gorgon.

They split up, like they would.

Rebel South bangin’ like 6 is West Side.

Bog slums are polis peat to a Bear claw.

A young boe i’ cut for the mob.

Fallows bogs stacks chop like the robot.

A boe i’ ching ching.

I’m gon’ smack yo’ head wi’ a microphone.

You gon’ rock them bullets by me.

Absolu’ corrupsions.

Power’s to injustice.

When boe ready to ride, boe we gon’ up cabal’s we slide.

At all times I got my gat.

Don’t go to strap parking lots in Chiraq.

Boe, Rebel South breathin’ life in bogs.

Don’t be sayin’ words.

I’d kill innocence. 

Can you not believe how awful justice?

You were gon’ kill me you done get’s to die next.

You gon’ die for the things i’ you’s di’s.

Don’t try to hide.

I’m sifting grains like stacks on yo’ kids.

If you don’t bring a blunt you gon’ die to me.

Before right now, don’t come back until you don’ i’.

My mob swarm warns danger.

My mob lit.

We F side.

I told one boe, a white Crip.

Rodger White most often wore, a full set of standard enforcer armor.

Boots and cape.

Ay’e wa’n ay’e stuck gun in yo’ face.

This seems to rhyme.

Despo’ I hate.

In bog slums boe Bears bang.

Young boe, you the killer.

Pop up on stage like the Illus.

Polis slums slidin’ peat stacks.

Bear B, I stabs my gun slashin’ loud!

Dead and proud.

As loud as it can possibly gets.

In bangin’ bog slums my vox set blastin’ deth syndicate!

Rebels, rebels.

Rebels, rebels.

Despo’ patrol turn away.

White polis.

White, white, white polis.

Rollin’ on chrome low ridin’ slow hydraulic flow.

The threat of deep peat boe mob death pacts.

I took a flamer.

Bog acres don, burnin’ peat.

A bog murder deep.