Pick-cha

(Long live the King)
 yo picture God a perfect cut diamond
 or bein the motha fucka man without even tryin
 livin like im dead to the world with tickets yo and refferals
 my hair is in a perm so i can never have a curl
 man its a bluebird on my shoulder can i kill it?
 man wakin up the bacon toast and eggs up in the skillett
 man can you feel it?
 i cut you down like a midget
 and when you see me make you feel just like a prision visit
 im such a (lizard?)
 i want the flames in the fire
 so there it is paint a picture fuck up my desire
 you said you want style ill give you style with drug lord flava
 i make a pimp dance yeah by shottin at his gatas
 pickin up the nickles n dimes like Jackal and Hide
 the bounty is waitin for me up at Mt. Zine
 its primetime whos gon shine from the raw rhyme
 picture a rollercoaster up in a boss mind
 real playboys have wings in the sky
 silently cryin out man please dont die
 man gettin to the thick of it all
 man picture the brods
 man tellin ya call
 but hopin ya fall
 sayin my name like King James no pad adriatic
 im paranoind but really dont panic
 the life afta they say its colder then the packers
 all and the damn money in the world is not a factor
 man true indeed
 upin the game with a mouth ta feed
 i make a 360 spin homie rollin the weed
 roll the weed
 roll the weed
 long live the king
 we take a sertain situation to run an organizarion
 man bustin like a (?) patient
 cooperation man seven years is what hes fakin
 now hes even more gangsta cuz hes rollin wit da nation
 now (?) yourself
 then i will talk like greedy Gretchin
 man hear the confession of my priffesion
 is Secession of illegal weapons
 up in a dot daytona
 my mexican girl she drank two coronas
 and she know about the ayatolah
 im movin through the clouds
 youd better hold me down
 im smokin weed and im g'd and ready ta clown
 i love ta see you drown
 you know I spit it
 to get it
 to flip it
 to sell it
 to air mail it to yo town
 im like electical current
 the playa reffereant
 (?) councourent
 because its gonna hit the furnace
 man pitches the pictures of me
 picturin the bitches
 and all up here sayin write the scriptures
 it gets worse
 cuz mentally youre cursed
 youre livin in a verse
 sometimes it hurts but baby yeah you know it works
 long live the king
 long live the king