I smash the competition~missing when the red beam hits//
Lyrical mind frame hanging off some gangsta bullsh*t//
it's useless, when these fools try to move me//
but, i got them on 8 millimeter flim, shootin like movies//
confuse these, weak gangstas tryin to even tha score//
but then they start 'actin' nice when they winning awards//
im concerned, with tha future of this rap game//
or if we could learn from the past artists that's been slain//
rotatin in my~brain, the sound scans bring~pain//
i take it as my own right to bring change to the game//
how many deaths do you have to see or speak off in your track//
to realize that it was the truth that your whack tracks lacked//

Just a lil sumthin of the top of my head