We aint touch em, yea we become stars,
but we can’t free ours… we just like clubbin with em…
we can’t slug with em, diamonds in the rough with em
throw fists at hollow tips… n shit… we aint studdin em…
fuck that is..? .com to prove we here,
that proves the fear… that we scared just to fuck with em…
play the bench… or... the step stool,
they break fool, while we’ll break to fool before jumpin they fence…
we bump in the trench… they attack tomorrow,
the middle east was us… so they’ll fight back in Chicago…
Cuba knew cash was the remedy,
it's the only thing fixin... what Kennedy did... in the 60's…
figures you’d love that diction when hatin is true,
niggers love that chicken…….… hence avian flu….
And who can you run to…
To fill that empty space… when you need to hear truth…


Those who consorted to fill the projects with heaters
Are the same fuckas fillin the oval office with sleepers…
Whoa… n’ that’s real shit, we speak to high profit
‘stead of donatin sales… gas prices’ll sky market…
And fuck… it’s getting repetitive when
The same shit I said in 02… is relevant again…
locked in trances, switch the facts up, funny,
artist can't back up... money... to payback advances...
won't lie, we got that jay z flow,
lines spaced... delivery... pause... n' slow the syllables...
down... yo I'm focused... PLUS...
they'll put ya soul on ice... to get those Dre drums...
came up pushin ford mayne,
A&R's flipped for change... wrote about sellin cocaine...
is it sellin out... maybe the fear or...
it's a cop out... so you don't look yaself in the mirror...


When I'm stompin in my white tee, 89' sneekers, n'
3rd grade was the worst days... I couldn't afford them then...
put that all on a trend... we go back in history,
not to learn... but to rock pistol pete...
naw... naw... naw... I'm throwin it back to Spike
cause in those days... I did the thing... n' I was doin it right...
a trash can isn't clearer... through a window,
we left Raheem... then didn't get any nearer...











Just needed to put this somewhere...