aight, man, u r always on point...

sometimes I feel like this, sometimes I do not
sometimes I flow like 'Bis, sometimes my tongue in a knot
I ain't killin cops but I'm holdin my gat
not sellin in front of, choosin the door that's back
but tonight I feel like it, tired of routine falses
angry on everyone, wanna catch murder cases
Mars... if i could I'd fly there wit' my crew
pissin off greens till they all got screwed
new place - no police, no courts, no stupid faces
just bring the fuckin ruckus in a rude Wu style
soon them UFO pilots'll recognize my profile
merciless, my second name would be Murderous
Morpheus who'll take yo life wit' no exact purposes...
but I'm here, on my Mother Earth
addicted to it from the day of my birth
Hey, Moz if u find that spaceship
call me, man, we could do all this shit