Stick

I stay with my hitters
Ride around, we pull up and shoot
No time for the acting, we about action, give you the blues
I am the captain, team of mechanics, we pull up with tools
I carry the stick, that look like the antlers you find on a moose

You know i'm that dude
Got my stick and my vest, man I look like a troop
You looking confused
Your head just be spinning, you don't have a clue
You be acting so rude, until you get swept by a stick like a broom
I make it go BOOM!
These demons be fearing, when I hit the room
I am a Jew
Shining in darkness like I am the moon
My spirit done grew
I'm bigger than Yao, I'm bigger than (Bigger than you!)
Who would've knew
That I've been chosen since Roosevelt school
Could it be true
That the messiah, he died just for you
We all have a purpose in this life that we're born in
My mission is to find you and give warning
I treat the Truth like Poker, I'm going all in
Back to my native winds, Indians we're dark skin
YG, JMG, I know they got my back
This be cold cold world, gotta keep that strap aye
I do no capping, I rather state facts aye
No Warren Sapp, man i'm all about my sacks yea

I stay with my hitters
Ride around, we pull up and shoot
No time for the acting, we about action, give you the blues
I am the captain, team of mechanics, we pull up with tools
I carry the stick, that look like the antlers you find on a moose
I stay with my hitters
Ride around, we pull up and shoot
No time for the acting, we about action, give you the blues
I am the captain, team of mechanics, we pull up with tools
I carry the stick, that look like the antlers you find on a moose