Ayo...

Keep it real son you know that isn't ya life/
Neva killed nebody, n prolly neva been in a fight/
All u do is sit n waste the ink in ya pen when you write/
Scatchin out wack lyrics u don't like or delete when u type/
U readin mine thinkin "dammit he's readin my mind"/
N won't come ill till an anonymous rhymer is writin ya rhymes/