I got the Fed's tracking my hype. So, I fire back...as the wire taps react to my life. It's the year of the dream...without the honor of Shawn Carter. For, they choose to honor the "Don Datta". In fear of the Deen. And their dream has become Persona-Non-Grata. Reactionaries approach with fire works. A creepy mess. GPS got the government on high alert. Now stares come with hope...and dirty hard tricks. The Muslims prayers are under the scope of a Thirty Yard Six. Cause the Fed's are tracking my life. The games on. And James Bond is back in my life.

For, the GPS unravels...and creeps into my travels. They told me that the whole party would show me around. Took a nation of millions to hold me back...when nobody would hold me down. And it came with amazing threat. Now everywhere I go...there's a puppet show with many applause. And without the remedy...my enemies are trying to win Emmy Awards.

As I play the mic...they invent stone, and sent a clone as my A-Alike. Trying to feed me stress...through GPS. In the streets where I live...a members story. Cause the Fed's would creep into my crib to take inventory. With GPS tracking my life. And the Fed's are back in my life. The living dead...has been misled. Better known to freeze convenience. One of their plots is..."Get his lyrics...and don't let people know that he's a genius". That's why I'm over confident. And to the nation's of millions...thank you for the compliment.

And I can even see it when their facade launches. Trying to make it hard on the God conscious. As the GPS...tries to complete me best. Soon to be a martyre, to excel higher. In the ghetto...where the devil is coming through with scholar ships to the he'll fire. For, when they hear it's me...there begins the conspiracy. So, GPS IS TRACKING MY LIFE.

Written by Shareef...aka..."TITAN BLACK"