step up to me
yo son who are you kiddin
id work as a hitman if it was a legitmate livin
so shutup and listen
when hek approaches the stand
i put fire to the mic when it touches my hand
telapathically
i can already see what you're plottin
and i can see youre future, rottin up inside of a coffin
im not feelin what you droppin
so zip up your pants
im like jet li on the track standin at a dragon stance
verbally enhanced
my brain was made in china
you bound to get tipped over like an ocean liner
you wanna battle
alright lets do this
cause you couldnt even flow if you were made of fluids
i hate a whack mc
tryin to steal somones lyrics
then say its coincidence? MAN i dont wanna hear it
you have no mind body and spirit
you lack soul
with no purpose in life and you have no goal
you're not whole
and their still somethin a miss
you'll never make it anywhere like you stuck in an abyss
if you think rap is a game
just money and fame
then theirs a few things, that i think i gotta explain
commercial rap these days
is sellin a name
simple and plain so people buy their cd by a gang
and they thank mtv
for addin fuel to their flame
who am i to talk, in a feild of wheat im just a grain
its always been the same
itll prolly never change
and im not sittin here to, try to complain
im tellin you truth
i only hope you can handle it
like your first live show when you started ramblin
your career faded
and you owe debts from gamblin
started smokin crack and havin sex with mannikans
