i get sentimental off these instramentals,talkin shit bout sacramento then you must be mental///
cuz where im from when the street lights turn on its not safe around here//
thats why at 5mins to 6 bitch niggas like you run in fear//
cuz they no when im around there time of death is near//
see when you fuck wit me you fuckin wit a lyrical pharoah//
you couldnt walk a path in my shoes because the path i walk is narrow//
but the smaller the path the bigger the prize//
but im the jack of all trades so my outcomes the sky's//
see you dont judge a book by its cover so why in the fuck is you judgin me//
for all you no i can make a blind man see//
and your rymes are weak, they dont make any sense like workin for free//
see im a lyrical myrical, who be the realist the illest//
your just a fake a phony//
just get off this sight you'll neva be a Master of Ceremony//

may the best man win