stream of consciousness

we got that ill shit so chronic, hooks more than weed in the phonics, buzz like the gin in your tonic, buss rhymes at speeds supersonic /so mad they deemed it demonic, hip hop possession no question, cuz by the end of the session got white folk speaking ebonics /forgive a nigga that's honest but life ain't half that was promised, so we just in for the profit, that green that cream, economics /and there ain't no way to stop it cuz we've got too much momentum, flows in the song of the ghetto kids, that old ones hated to mention /we tell the tales of the hardest shit, mind blowing heart wrenching, and there is no way to varnish it because the truth brings the tension /