When i grab da mic i spit heartless...leavin niggas
In da darkness,see my rivas thinkin "fuck dis",
See dem run away like Nivea, they pacin,cos they
Just realised da kinda nigga they facin,yo my
Flow assimilates the full capacity of my mind,
Meanin when i flow im spittin everythin from inside,
9 outta 10 cats talk out their ass-hole,
And you think i'm gonna let dat bullshit pass? NO,
Goin on like it ain't bout da rhyme, they just
Want da money cos they wanna see the time, on da
Most expensive Rolex they can, while
Gettin blinded by da diamonds on their hand,
Rich or not da way i see it dem cats is fake,cos you
Know if you diss em on a track they would break,wid their
Head in their hands, lookin to da sky, askin
God why their career's bout to die,
Only a handful of da best lyricists,
Ever get da chance to make MTV appearances,
While you got these second rate rap game stainers,
On yo TV screen tryna sell you trainers...