Verse 1

Remember me, in the deepest regions of your memory:
King of all kings and defeater of my enemies
Eyes can spy a snake a mile away that tries befriending me
So cool your energy bro
You don't threaten me though

Principal of print, the type to type away your life
Or write a haiku on a hike to spread my message far and wide
As far as I can see, I'm lik-e-ly, the white Killer Mike
I kill a mic with my insight till my desires are in sight

I live a life of peace but breach it then I'm lik-e-ly to fight
---Aboard a plane to Spain, was the last time I fly
And I was only 16
so I hope that you forgive me
Some stoners tried to stick me
and my homie dove and ditched me

I learned a couple lessons there and then about existence
Cowards carry weapons and be careful how you pick friends
Me, on the other hand, I cover hands in rubber bands like gloves
Before I duff a man, who touching on my contraband

I never had a gun in hand
but know my bros put some in sand
So Po don't go and cuff this man
for blowing holes to punish mans
That stunt his plans to grow but man should know that no-one reaps the plants that grow on land that don't belong to man
A thieving man's a hoe