Ay yo, what's the forecast, cuz it ain't nothin sunny/
slight chance of slaughter, 3 inches of blood if you bug me/
so bring your umbrellas and better to the reign of purgatory/
I'll nullify the pain and glory/
the most creative of minds ever brought to the forefront/
activated through consistency, rhythm and raw blunts/
to the head to gain potential, very detrimental/
and essential to expose demons to vent to/
picture a closeminded fool puttin my pen in check/
the thought is ugly, like the back of Forrest Whittaker's neck/
I'm a Ghost Dog, but I won't boast, dawg so I assume/
your position is assumed when I air out your room/
analyzed your whole demise when your bars contain "Lex coupe"/
my thesis will deepen within the reaches of your success group/
success group is temporary, I let the truth be told/
with a legacy of a menace like Bettis when he brought home
the gold/