Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Top of the food chain, It's just the way that I do things

The dungaree seats in the blue Range

I'm working with new change, a Gemini nigga with mood swings

had the fiends looking for new things

I stopped playin' with birds and stated playin' with words

the money wasn't right, so I had to stay on the kerb

And I'll be a player later. But for now

Call me pootay 'Kiss, if not that? Montega Jada

I kick hard bars and blow hard weed

and be everywhere, 'cause I move at God's speed

And my aim is to make y'all bleed

Y'all got embarrassed in the class when the teacher used to make y'all read

Uh-huh, Mind over matter

And that's all good but fuck that

My new shit is spine over bladder

And everybody tryin'a get to the top, and that's all good too

but right now - I'm on the ladder



[Chorus]

Look at you then, and (uh-huh)

Look at you now. (yeah)

Don't let this cold cold world,(uh-uhhh)

Bring you down. [x2]



[Verse 2]

I know your queen got her eyes on me

I got my eyes on your queen, The SMG is Heinekken green

Mad thing is you know before long that we gon' get it on

My kit costs thirty and ten to put it on

No tints, windows clean - heavy Windex

gears on the steering wheel, I shift 'em with my index

Real life - it's just in another form

Kiss Of Death, it's about to be another storm

I'm a goddamn raging bull

Stay out of jail by just tellin' myself the cage is full

Got niggaz on the payroll, just to squeeze

You're in no position to challenge my expertise

They get a bonus if they leave you

Old school - from the era of the 45's with the penny on the needle

Boss of the bosses, so please don't violate or cross him

Or you'll be the corpse of the corpses



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3]

Uh- Huh, You know thw word anger

is just one letter short of the word danger, and I aint no stranger

Never use a gat more than twice if you don't clean it

and never say fuck something if you don't mean it

And when it comes to life, the route you've been using thus far aint working right?

Take the scenic

Whatever faith you got, put in a crook

Wanna hide something from a nigga? Put it in a book

Trust me, this album, the vapour's gon' go around

If you aint hot, you need paper to throw around

Yeah, it's getting clearer every day

When you wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and say



[Chorus x2]