Lyrics
ORIGINAL RAP
(verse 1)
Back on the streets,
I used to hustle beats, 50 a piece,
Until I started to see that a lot of rappers here were weak,
What was it?
It seemed that they were lacking substance,
Me, bein intelligent, I knew I had to do somethin,
Like they were livin out a sick mans dream:
From the greatest to the least, slave to the yay for the mark of the beast,
Doomsday prophecies were comin true,
It occurred to me then I already knew what I had to do,
So I cutem all off from this supply,
To stand alone, with industry standards I cant comply,
And wont abide by this flashy distractin shit,
Rappin rich aint the tip if you from the Pitt,
Cuz poverty was reality for me,
And jobs were scarce, but I was aware I could bang trees,
Instead of investin the money on cars and clothes,
I started puttin in work at the studio
(Hook)
If you cant rock it like this,
Give it up and go home,
Cuz I aint tryna pay for that,
Just go back to the block,
Continue to slang rock til them boys hit you askin where your papers at.
(Verse 2)
Its funny how everyone dies in pursuit of the dollar,
And just because I was born in America means I must conform and follow,
Be a baler, a shot-caller, start rollin around in cars noone can afford and bein a thug so your morals falter
Hollow, is what that shit be so you wont see me,
Livin the American Dream, collectin green from pyramid schemes,
No diamond rings, No platinum chains hang from my neck reflectin sunrays,
No fur coats, nigga dont you know that shit makes you look gay?
Decadent luxuriousness flows from your lips as though the whole fuckin world cant handle the real shit,
So just like the phoenix, I rise from the ashes of a civilization lost as a new society crashes
To give warning,
About this new emergency,
Though the nay-sayers will probably label this an insurgency
ORIGINAL RAP VERSE 2(CONTD)
But this is where Im comin from as a rapper,
So cut the senseless chatter cuz your heads on the platter if
(Hook, plus:)
All I know is you been talkin a lotta that shit,
About them licks you been hittin, the paper you get,
I aint feelin that, thats why I had to go back and tap into this
Original Rap.
(Verse 3)
Now its funny,
Here I be,
Up in this game,
Well-received and here to stay,
Although I know thats what they all say,
Real recognizes real so know I recognize the truth,
Im speaking out on behalf of embattled youth,
The devil lives in authority as it lives in you,
So watch every decision you make and all you do,
Youll get enslaved for makin paper as they play you to,
Haters and knaves praise the day when they can prey,
But Im a bastard boy like Castor Troy,
Im blastin toys,
Id use a gat, but I cant get past the noise,
Instead I use my voice,
Exclusively destroy,
Castin souls through voids
Im pointlessly annoyed, but,
To all these bitches and thugs who be runnin these clubs,
I dont give a fuck about your dubs or you havin fun,
Im out for blood and Im gonna get me somethin,
Im here to rip the heart out of your chest and keep it pumpin
