Bizarro

Stop playin', it's my turn to smoke Heavy dose of that murder I wrote,
 don't let it burn your throat I ain't from the same cloth,
 they be turnin' coats I'm hood, good here to Chi-town,
 to Sherman Oaks Ain't nothin' worse than true lies but new lies I'm
 too wise, they be actin' like they shoe size Stormy days make you
 pray to see them blue skies I'm from the fire,
 right next to where the jewel lies Scrutinize
 if you must, in CZAR we trust Who hard as us?
 Boy, we hit you with the karma touch Tough as a armored truck,
 fresh like a barber cut They love the words,
 simply marvelous Check this file Check-check-check-check this file
 Check this file Check-check-check-check this file Your flow did it
 two retros ago (sure is!
 ) You was s'posed to beat me two death blows ago We can
 go, we can go Toe-to-toe We can go Toe-to-toe (Excellent!)