Letras:
Static X This Is Not

plates Through the wind and blow-ups, is how niggaz communicate Harmonizing through beeper and reefer The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaper Chorus 4X

crash this side of the door Ya know what I'm sayin' Talkin' about a nine? Yo, a nine ain't gonna stop the bum rush, homes Chorus (x4) Cold bum

with automatics The asiatic, fuck a fanatic, I split his attic You don't want no static, I make you carriage for the rabbits [Chorus x2] [Hell Razah

with automatics The asiatic, fuck a fanatic, I split his attic You don't want no static, I make you carriage for the rabbits [Chorus x2] [Hell Razah

wit Tamiko My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow Blowin the nozzle, hear it whistle One in the head, this is code red, man for dead X amount of lead

or any stereo Uno, dos not quatro Spanish girls, they like to call me Pancho On the mic, innovating this pat-ter-en You fell off, your brain is on Sa-

it righteous Ced Gee's the hypest, man that might just Rip into this, rap right through this beat that's sweet to eat, I'm not new to this Rappin with

things! But I ain't Mary so ain't a damn thing poppin Only death disease and a whole lota palm trees Not only for mics, Xzibit is a way of life Until

It's not hard the CIA simply has no more job oh my Goddess mother you can fix this we rock over mixes not 666's yo this is the message to all that can