Biochemical Equation

Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust

With wild imaginings that you can't discuss

Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace

It's a daily conflict between man and beast

We strive for God and a better tomorrow

Still suffering from the unforgettable sorrow

Repent from thy sins, son, and walk ye straight

Stop talkin' all that trash, boy, and talk ye straight

Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point

Still, I wouldn't give an oint'

Or flinch an inch or pitch a pinch

Off the pie or ever try to try your wench

Confronted by the Devil Himself and stayed strong

You think you can take the king, now meet Kong

Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no countin'

How many MCs have sprung from our fountain

Fifty-thou' a year process to make this combination

I'm not givin' mine away to Satan

Although I know that he's awaitin'

To get a hold of my biochemical equation

I'ma slip him, son, I'ma dip him, son

When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son

Fifty-thou' a year process to make this combination

Ninety-nine elements, biochemical manifestation

I'm not giving mines away to Satan

Although, I know that he's awaitin'

I'ma slip him, son, I'ma dip him, son

When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son

Bet, ahk straight to the head with the pet rock

At least 'til I can get from out this booth it's like a sweatbox

Trade a few bars of head noddin' throw us a stack

Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin' bonus pack

Invest in the first B-boy kid's show

Live off skid row with jive-talking negros

He wear his beard like a frizzly-haired grizzly

And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he?

Is he in your backyard or on your front porch?

Or standing in the corner of the club with the blunt torched? It's off

They say he rhyme like he starvin' and sold odds and bodkins

To old gods and goblins, golly

I'm just a pest and your worst best friend who mend and rip space-time fabric

Like polyester blend, not a hobby for no knobby-kneed lesser men

Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen (yo, yo)

Drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure

Semi off the Remy, mixed with Henny, Moët demi'

Underneath the passenger seat, son, tuck the semi'

Israeli-issued automatic black pistol

The cop with the flashlight chew gum as he whistle

Tapped on the glass, roll it down fast

License, registration address to your lab

They made insurance

The reason why I pulled you over?

'Cause the way you were swervin', sir, you can't be sober

Have you been drinkin'? Breathe into the breathalyzer

Get out the car, please, follow this exercise, sir

Put one finger on your nose now

Now from heel to toe walk in a straight line, ten paces down the road

My homeboy, Kano used to do the mashed potato or cartwheel

And then spin out like a tornado

They used to chase him, right but, son, he would always shake 'em

Then come and puff bowls and make beats inside my basement

Drunk or sober, never lose your composure

Stress on the brain cause pain and stomach ulcers

If you can't understand then come closer

We civilized the uncivilized that we supposed to

Drunk or sober, never lose your composure

Mic in your hand, Black man stand as a soldier

Stress on the brain cause pain and stomach ulcers

If you can't understand then come closer