 Locked in stride, so we begin our violent force to lie, fear and tear to turn it as bad as gold and mine, you think we don't need chains like the chameleon, in the channel whenever the rap is over, world is on, you know we die when I get off, I scream in battles, rattles, I can't ever redeem, I call the bottles, hot in love with me, Jesus on the right, we are self-made, check, check, we're 311, it's L.A.