Professor - Conejo

Professor, profes stay to the streets

But this ain’t no religion

This a mystical speech

Just peek, into the ghostly eyes

They slamming from the chiva

And they caught a surprise

I share a bond

But some years are gone

I’m a Westside felon with the 4 4 long

Sing along

And be part of the chorus

I could see muthufuckers like the iron walrus

Homie store this

The lab arisen your mind

Ese memory banks

Filled with C-O-N rhymes

A chamber, astain the rope

Regalistic murder ese be the winds short

Library’s, the catalog weapon

Download a curse

The West was strengthen

Plus the veil, of secrecy

Behind the madness ain’t shit to me

Cus my child hood

Been a crazy lifetime

For many of us we just bomb on sight

I’m Imperial Rabbs

In a cosmic sense

I’m a road scientist ese cooking that meth

In my book rhymes cured

I’m a serekive son

Dope was my dad and mom was a gun

I hance the possession a warrior priest

And I’ma silence those that be willing to speak

Who fail to reserve the code we live by

I start with murder 2 could die

Suicide slums full of traffickers

Bitch say something and we after her

She schemed against

So she deemed to fail

Unstoppable force

The corpse just fell

This a psychic link along with couraging fella

A medicine killa

Half Mexica and Spaniard

Professor, that’s what I am

Enroll in my class

And I’ll teach you to blast

Professor, why you give me the meth?

Cus you don’t pay attention when the subject is meth

Professor, just give me ah chance

I could bring 3 bricks if you let me advance