Fuck son, who want it?//
E spits an ancient sickness, call this nigga bubonic//
Shakespeare's new sonnet, ghetto synthasized//
A rebel minimized in emcee form, epitomized//
As the level that E spits heats up to fire//
A quick reply, i'm the truth dismissing lies//
Recognized as death, disguised with words of life//
The light I learned from night types defers my sight//
Now I prefer a mic when the nerves are right//
Treat battles as urgent fights, and girls as dikes//
Stay calm in a world of hype, but spit napalm//
'Cause atheists hate God and when debates start//
They start a brain storm in the face off//
Cats better remain, strong insurance is State Farm//
Never break off from what ya parents praise taught//
Make ya paths, unnoticable to snakes in grass//
Keep a car that doesn't need a key to start//
'Cause you'll be breaking fast, when this nigga's wrath...//
Sees your heart and takes a stab//
Bleedin' starts, you'll question your belief in God//
Don't change your path, and you'll be flowin' with Pac//