[Syke talking]

*laughing*

Shit, yeah

Yeah, beam me up,

The only thing on earth,

that can find a satelite nigga

is a black superman

(Above The Law)



Verse 1:



See I dwell in the land where nobody else can understand

How I feel the need to increase my speed

I keep my shit on potent while I'm ignoring,

Punk motherfuckas, KMG, westcoastin'

Do what I'ma have tos,

So you can catch the essence of this black brother

Caught up in the rapture,

I bend a corner in the mist, (Str8 up)

On the low rider town

Chop a chicken deal wid it

Satelite niggaz, all up in ya home town

Cultivatin' and waitin' to put this California grind down

Yeah and it just don't stop,

Got that S on my chest

And my five hundred out the shop

Laced wit twenties livin', lovely

Indo to drug me,

Beverley rats to rub me,

And I think that I'll never go legit

Long as, California keep pushin' that bomb shit



Hook:

Satelite niggaz gotta ball,

While the willies lay and pray for our downfall,

We slide worldwide, rollin' memorising

Cookie hungry hoes keep despizing



Verse 2: Big Syke



Remember me I got kis comin' from overseas,

Ain't no fleas around these clockin' Gs

From LA to North Carolina you will find a,

Satelite nigga big wheeler wid all kinda

Rem-edies to kill poverty inflation level

Street degrees to Gs, congratulations to several

Thug scholars we honor cause you made it out baller,

Street clout, fuck what they talkin' about, shot callers

We need, to kill the greed of the starvin' youth

Substitute game from loot and what you plan to shoot

The stupid niggas get disciplined, but listen when,

Incarcerated hated enemie