Ok, here it is.
Its the...Universal Zulu, un-lynched prince,
And negro-hanging, of the city of trees, man, its intense
Man, yo, me and the beat so tight I go crossed eye
Yeah, sticky fingaz, all I do is climb high
Peter Park with the art,
its like mary jane when I spark...but its not
From the strip to the boondocks, I boom without stop
2Pacalypse, Strictly 4 My Niggaz dislocatin necks as they head knocks
To all my qonjo and mälak, by my side theres a spot
Intertwine, we'll be fine, as I beeline to the skyline
Birth line after line, tag-a-long
Yeah, I'm tight on those periods
See, drop seeds, the child shall lead, kid
Makin', creatin', amazin, its the creed
Anyways, back to whatchu do, man proceed.