Pound

It might be my love of physics and the conservation of energy and inputs and outputs where everything can be balanced in an equal way because there is always conservation of energy.

Perhaps also the fact that I'm a Libra maybe means something because Libras are supposed to be equal and fair and balance stuff.

Because of this, I was always good with money.

I always knew how much I needed to have to be able to do the things that I wanted to do, and it became pretty easy for me to balance what I needed to do to have the money that I wanted to do the things that I want.

meWe can do this shit right here, in front of your people See time is money, kid, and BS walks And to me, it's funny, kid, when you meet heads talk I see feds stalk, they wanna dig up the dirt Son, is it me they hawk? 'Cause I be puttin' in work, son I'm gonna be on tilt, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah, surprisingly I've been layin', waitin' for your next mistake I put in work and watch my status escalate Your cornballs get stonewalled, blackballed by Ounwall The veteran, runnin' my plan, I'm the better man Crazy raw, doin' my job like the mob Blazin' y'all and disappearin' in the fog Or a mist, and chicks can't resist what I kick They be beggin' for attention on some more of the Dilla's neck What up, baby? Someone may have to get hurt up, baby Shit is mad shady, but I got to get the gravy Platinum respect like the force of a TEC Keep you hittin' the deck, feelin' heat in your chest Bangin' your thoughts with the hot onslaught I kick a shot on the spot for goin' where he should not Viciously, I make history instantly Those other lame-ass, loser-ass niggas, they can't fuck with me I'm doin' my thing now, it's a lamp made of chrome Paid in the shade with some fly gators on But now I'm grimy as they get, mud on my pants and shirt I bet you niggas out here know I be puttin' in work I'm gonna be on tilt, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah, surprisingly I've been layin', waitin' for your next mistake I put in work and watch my status escalate For the qualified throw in this business of rap For the qualified throw in this business of rap Fuck them other cats, I'm runnin' with my own wolf pack Keep frontin' like you's a thug and get your dome pushed back 'Cause you don't get down, that tough shit you talk is profound You's a clown, fuck around, come uptown and get found I keep a pocket full, none of you niggas can touch my funds I don't fight no more, all I do is bust my guns While you holdin' Macs, I'm squeezin' Macs, bustin' off caps Those coward cats with gold and platinum plaques get tapped And I do drips and sling pies to make clean rides It's all about these green guys, front, your whole team dies How I'm livin' so far swell, you can't scar L Head of the cartel, sellin' more cakes than Carvel And I'm labeled a kind of, police got my line bugged Hope I see the grave from old age and not a nine slug I'm quick to bust a mean nut in some ting's slut Big L is clean cut with more jewels than King Tut Please welcome to the stage Escape from New York, not beyond some Brooklyn bullshit I pull clips as fast as I dose chicks with dope tits Tommy Lee called, said the Coke's arrivin' at six Got my name all in your mouth like you lobbed with a brick Click me on the tube, chain swingin' down to my shoes Light up the room, African boom, spark and it zooms Disciple of rock, the type who rains rifles at cops Inspiral, fakes get left shakin' like Michael J.

Fox I deliver AIDS-infected needle acupuncture Gangster and hustler, murderer and kidnapper suspect Rapper and Gus head, with blood red and Crip blue My shit's too colorful, runnin' through with a hundred goons of maniacs If a bitch like to suck dick, she a brainiac Bust up in they mouthpiece, see how they react Take it back like an instant replay Livin' the P-days, watchin' my uncle freebase Analyzin' the angles on a fiend's face I learned to love my trees laced The way the PCP taste, the way it make me see things Old school dice, my bills is sheepskins As I write this, I'm rockin' iceberg jeans and Timbs Thinkin' where I'm gon' be in 2007 Either a house in the Hamptons or a house in Heaven I'll be chillin' on the beach in the South of Venice Or murkin' the President live on Channel 7 Comin' through rockin' wild like rockstars who smash guitars Non-fiction, yeah, unadulterated MCs Comin' through rockin' wild like rockstars who smash guitars Non-fiction, yeah, unadulterated MCs I be Brooklyn 'til I die, don't even question it twice My crew nice, late night in the corners, we shootin' dice It's like summertime in New York, jean shorts, Timbs, Bubac Tank tops and kufis, groupies actin' loosely Movie and a backdrop with Tech cocked That cap popped, puffin' a stove, gettin' spit in snapshots I'm tryna live, feed the kids, drive some whips, handle biz Own a crib, do my shit in the street, that's how it is If I say rockstar, I'm talkin' about rockin' the mic My shit's hot like the rock a fiend drop in a pipe These cats is idiots, with raps so pussy, they cats, period I'm serious, my life is like a drug experience A porno movie with no plot and I'm the only guy in it Like Vivid Videos with Kobe Tai god bitches Ill Bill, rap crusader, chillin' in the black Navigator Canarsie to Pennsylvania Wild like rockstars who smash guitars Comin' through rockin' wild like rockstars who smash guitars Non-fiction, yeah, unadulterated MCs Break with me, you're out, bangin' with shells and heaters out Blast off, temperance, blow bombs and speakers out Hookers and bricks, gutted cats, bitches and pimps Cripples and gimps, ex-cons, pushers and tricks Street poets speak the essence, what's realer than this? Up in the club, smoked out, coke, the feelin' of Cris' You lightin' a Riz, Richard Simmons flow with a pic Takin' my record label hostage if they stoppin' my shit I remember them cold nights and long lines for clubs Now it's strictly VIP, free drinks and drugs Pounds and hugs, gettin' back rubs Meet up underground thugs who stay street but got newfound love Take a continental job and rental, travel the globe Non-fiction to the end, worldwide, we rock shows Explode from out the projects, Glenwood to Trosneck Pour your drink up, I make a toast to how the gods get Comin' through rockin' wild like rockstars who smash guitars Non-fiction, yeah, unadulterated MCs Comin' through rockin' wild like rockstars who smash guitars Non-fiction, yeah, unadulterated MCs Yeah, this is goin' out to all the live motherfuckers, know what I'm sayin'? All the real niggas, Bronx

BronxCalifornia, La Bella, Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck you from, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah.

The story takes place back in the South Bronx, where at the age of fourteen I was already knockin' off punks.

You know, when we're dealing with pounds.

[laughs]

Pounds is strong, you know.

[laughs]

Do co- Mayorkun, do conversion now.

[laughs] Pounds is strong.

Do how much it... [laughs] Should I do it for you?

It's true.

I'm a Libra, Libra, Libra.

I love Libras.

Really? This is why.

We get along.

Literally, so many of my good, good friends are Libras.

Oh, well, it's birthday season for you then.

Yeah.

The Libra town.