Second verse on Palm Of My Hands is crazy, especially the part about him telling his son to treat a woman better than he did his mother (moms taught me better and I still failed the test):
Listen, my name's not Charlie, but I'm a brown
Skinned kid just walking around, praising God's gift
And I never sniffed Charlie, but my lines are the lift
Meaning rhymes will ascend while I'm so off the cliff
Either make words that match or words that matter
And weaved with a ladder, climbing higher than your three-feet measure
We are more than a chest with a treasure
I'm do-or-dead like Stuyvesant-Bed
Yet I'm from the county of Nassau, Long Island track long
Live and let give life and when death is within sight
I hope to be surrounded by my seeds
Tell 'em to love one another
Tell my son to treat a woman better than I treated his mother
I was too undercover on the themes of excess
Seem to get it right when I choose to lean and express
Moms taught me better and I still failed the test
And if she's watching from higher heights
Her sight won't approve of certain moves in my manhood
But the hood man is damn good at showing us shortcuts
Left longevity, done with the fork stuff
Now fighting over quick fixes of fame I've expanded
And who will be the last man standing
With the vast amount of plans in the palm of his hand?
Grown man raps. Made me think it's crazy Andre3000 said he doesn't know what to rap about at the age he's at, when Pos is spitting real shyt like this 35+ years deep in the game.