99%
 

unheard as Emcees most bleed b4 we ever make records/
2 many backstabbin niggas ready 2 cross us like checkerz/
2 take a step back, an take in what we missed in da mist/
of wishful thinkers quick 2 blink out like dust in da windz/
wich path leads 2 bliss and wich is the road less traveled/
da streetz were rapperz take battles literal and kill ya like cattle/
where Campbells Soup is a prominate dish wit koolade and crackerz/
where Mack 11's are common weapons, and kids are raised scrapperz/
somebody tell me dat i am dreamin and just might awake soon/
from dis hell where 3 year olds slang more pounds den a weight room/
ive prayed a million times 2 God, i guess he just isent hearin me/
I guess my voice dosent carry over the width of dis city,
where the gritty livin here dont even get pizza deliverys/
so ive no choice but 2 rap till my last breath is exhaled
99% of MC's die tryin 2 make it, whether we rise or we fail
fade 2 black