Lyrics
This Ain't No "Dances With Wolves"! The West Will Swallow U Whole.
This Place Is Like A Black Hole With Clouds As Dark As Charcoal
And Rain. And Thunder In The Mountain Terrain.
The Cause Of Change. The Reason That The Wind B Screamin' My Name
And, All The Same, It Be The West. So Test This Reject's Reflex.
And Reflect On How I Broke U'r Weak Neck.
"Could It Be That This P-Town Street Rap Will Succeed?"
Just Agree, 'Cuz U Don't Know Me.
This Sun-settin' Weapon Of Demented Aggression
Raised Reppin' Every Step. Snakes Spittin' The Venom.
And I'm Guessin' That U'r State Can't Take
All My Miss-guided Hate, But Wait, My Minds Only Half Baked.
In The Wake Of My Flow, I Blow. U Hear Me Scream Jerannamo.
This Be Motherfuckin' Oregon Grown
Now U Know That U'r Messin' With The R.H.
Raised Deep In The West In The Shadow Of The Dark Age.