Straight out of the suburbs, but I chill in the hood. I'm ****ed up inside, way past misunderstood. Never smoked in my life but I still stay high. Puffin' on albuterol so I don't die. I got bad asthma, so I'm coughin' and weezin' If I lose my voice I sound just like weezy But that **** aint easy. So I just leave it to weezy. Head full of rhymes. Like I'm skippin' through times. So re-set your clocks. Re-curl your locks. Stop smokin' rocks. I'm buyin up the stocks Of the whole damn planet. World domination just the way I planned it.
Not too shabby Ghetto, the flow made it have a nice pacing and i couldn't help but get the feel that this is part of a rap, or would do well in that medium.
