There's nothing much to say and the bullets spray
I live no scripted life, but let the bullshit play
I'm no gangsta but I'm sucker free
Only the gulliable will make a fucker flee
I know all this is making me look like bad guy
But I just spew truth ignoring the sad lies
Like saying there weapons of mass destruction
United we stand then fall, divided we disfunction
So this my cue, I gotta make a song relating
To a twitching overdose off reality patient
Rhymes surround my skull keeping me awake
So I jot them down, this shit is a piece a cake
You read whut a poet writes down in a prophesy
Being a B-More native in O-Town's property
I use do 24's but I'll spare you 16
Which I was 3 years ago, whut's Hip Hop missing?