 And the stars will tell a little man, I sold you And I wish you would fix your lip and speak against the goddamn uppercuts Go fast, my switch I was sleeping just fine, why you bringing this? Acting weird, why your wives all big and shit? I done do this all again, you don't know the half of it You just went around talking cash, money, shit, diamond, and trenches half past there Trying to get my butt dead in this shit You're the kill, man Who you let feed you? You're being fed, I'm mad at being fed too That's why you gotta be conscious of this thing Consciousness is what we are