I got schemes in my head The street ready to be fed Fancy genes in my IV I Prolly bleed out my shell I got hope for the future But the future is present Focus on just a second Splitting time is the demand Don’t forget about the past My demise Where I come from On the coast In the south Man they bang DOMTOM COMPTON I describe Chiraq DOMTOM Address is 971 How I spit is how I live Hit them fast speed I leave Slow I race on the coals Sound is placed on my Afro Carib be annihilate them Over seas pirates tripping Air gets hotter When I drink at the bottle Smoke I’m Rasta Claws in my shorts Paws of the cat If I got to creep fast Pause with my dogs We’ve been chilling shirtless Unless if we’ve been traveling Traveling Through time Using drugs Moving dope Know some boys that sell it Close to you Ice