You see Al was a man, pale white skin
and never got a tan cause he always stayed in
bright sky eyes, scruffy on the chin
and he covered it all up with a mona lisa grin
Most couldn't read him, cause they didn't wanna
know the true secrets hidden behind his persona
but I did, so i cracked the code
so Davinci that I'm itching, to get up off his road
Come to think of it, he always played games
He was real good at chess so his mind worked the same
five steps ahead with that laser beam aim
and he'd chop off your head if you stood in his lane
Lames like sheep to a wolf, chargin
Always rollin thick, got the pack, how charmin
but really when i break it down, it's all harmin
cause pawns only do so little with their calling
fallin deeper in the depths, all in
im bettin everything on the fact that he's stallin
and his vision of ballin, i call a bluff
built up imagery of kings and such
fuck a throne, it takes flesh from the bone
sacrifice to back the sticks and stones
that's some bad advice from a bitch of a clone
when i say bitch i mean weak and under-grown
in the mind, gotta catch up to these rhymes
cause that mind control can only be confined
for so many minutes and there's not much time
left in the dark, before the sun rise
Yo, Al has a voice, he can keep on using
but Al has a choice, he could stop abusing
those drugs are only doing one thing
and that's pushin him closer to the bottom end brink