This soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping, this world is mine for the taking...make me king, as we move toward a, new world order, a normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortem, it only grows harder, homey grows hotter, he blows us all over these hoes is all on him coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter. Fuck these bammer peices of trash, they ain't got SHIT.