yo cops hated on the industry found ways to offend me/
good license but the law always found ways to suspend me/
on the run from innocent crimes that i made/
tried climbing out but found myself digging deeper my grave/
kept the tent on my glass the judge steady screaming behave/
still playin wit weeds and rock like i was born in a cave/
this rap shit knowledge me an polished me shining like brass knuckles/
still know i'm hard but spit lyrics sweeter than honeysuckles/
and niggaz gon start fearing me like the return of the father/
as i end ya career as the life an times of sean carter/
better have a lot of protection or dissapper when i pull that switch back/
let off slugs the size of light bulbs straight through ya throwback/
nothingless this open mic is all about me/
as i get this site discovered like white girls wit double D's/
I spit words to kill sounds of death u never heard of/
and I'm bout to be put on trial for words of attempted murder/