Long Stare

Be Aware as you stare

But don't stare too long

My Uncle Woochie and The LowEnd Gang Orchestra back with a balancing song...

.... it's Woochie, Bitch!

Cerebral cortex vexxed when I inject

New forms the formats phat to be exact

Extract the weak, Power thoughts I speak

Build for my Folks living trife in the streets

And it's like that

On and on and it don't stop

Real hip hop giving props to my 'jects

That's the set on the LowEnd, Trey Nine Divine

365 Brothers trying to stay alive

The Wise combine Fours and Five, the total Nine

The ride is mad hectic, nothing antiseptic

Crept this best kept secret in steps

Those foes that slept, sleep tight, the final death

Is real, Rhymes spill fill gaps and generations

No hesitation to hold my own

Freeze domes at 32

My son, you never knew

Some ProBlack voodoo be manifesting true

Insight's airtight your appetite to bite

Recite your own eulogies,

I'm thorough, 360