You know reality bites, it's chess not checkers
Those empty threats only sound good on your records
If the Patois not followed by a "BLAKKA"
It's like Marked for Death Screwface without the choppa
Let 'em rush the stage when you made like Sinatra
Only to hide the blade flyin' back through LaGuardia
I might even buy a home out in Mississauga
On my walls, half scrawls of Tshabalala's
Many dolls that are sprawled, they my Ill Nana's
Make a call, she gon' crawl, Bad Gyal Patra
I'm involved and absolved, I am Godfather
PUSH
