Hello Hello, is my mic on? Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2. . . ok, soooo...

Flo came from Kast and a mass of them dudes
that was spittin' more than just the cash and the jewels
I'm passed being "cool" I'm last being fooled
I laugh at them dudes who be flashing they tools
Cuz they heat can't seek like them missles I speak
Them funky stink bombs, with a pencil I WREAK
Bleak is the weather so they say you gotta "Make it rain"
It ain't a thang, I just rock a parka as I make a stain
In the game, being messy with the blessings
'till the son come back once again for the second
COMING, till then I'ma summon every man and woman
to kill sin with a pen and some MPC drummin'
some keys and a melody so when you see me coming
You better run too like black folk when a gun drew
I thank God for every breath that my lung blew
Life ain't protools, you can't hit undo. . .1, 2