hook
now when the horns fade in you fade out-
your eyes close and the words spit out your mouth-
if you can't relate you don't know what this is aboute-
this aint a rhyme this is my life i to spoute-
any man can rap or atleast make words rhyme-
but a strong mind that leads the blind is one of a kind-
the key to survival break fast...eat your enemies-
if you gully stay grungy- stay hungry- and dont ever
underestimate the words of a true m.c.-


with the path of rap i wonder if i should revert-
kids that cant rap on beat....blurt-burp-critiques and think they sisqo an ebert-

oh CENTZ to bulligerent-he uses to many punches a waisted intellegence-
his melevolence-is evident-
that kid fake.... rappen neW york with a va accent for what reason-
for petes sake-
either way-his shit is barely decent-

yeah buddy-laugh if you find it funny-
have sex with a dime but you aint fucken with my money!
you think i'd let myself be- effected- by retarded statments form dummies?thet disrespected-cause hoes leave them rejected-

this is rap not r and b-
im not christina, britteny, man~dy-
pink or nynsync-
but i wont stop- hit you with punchlines till your collar goes POPS-

prove im really that fucked up and kill the editor that gave you props-

dont get confued i refuse to hold remoarse-
bring a live apology and walk out a coarpse-
i am the music so fuck the source-

even if they give me 5 mics-unsigned hype-
say im the illest or im tight-

change they archieves and jump on the cock-
or offer me BENZINOS shares in stock-

i would still keep my tongue cocked-ready to fire shots-
intricate lyrical bullets slot-turn words to verbs leave your career in a funeral lot-

radio stations be remembering who the fans forgot-
even give your whack 5 minute spot-a replay and relay it alot-

do the video at your creamation you still wouldnt be hot-
even 5,0 would see your cd and never let it get COPped-

if the world moarned your death we'd still have mallice-
even when i die get cast out the sky go to hell id still prove you a faget- that tossed salads- for dickriders ballads-

the fans would boo me...your fam would be in poralisis-
and id sell my soul to be able to hit you with writ punches till the felt tip developed calisis-

beat you till the wax melt-make sure thet im felt-keepin you pussies on lock like a chasity belt-

i dont do this for you i do it for me-and the currency-
cripple your brain ripple leave you in a state of emergency-
with urgency-

cause this is what i do to eat-start beaf.... every meal needs meat-but to do this is a feit- few can do so i refuse to see defeat-
i stay me and say me never change even if the radio edits bleeped-

these are my words not yours-you want me to say what you want then ghostwrite better yet get on stage and try to score-a hit single without turning into WP-or M.K.C-or any of my personalities- if you cant then except the facts...you hate me cause you aint me bitch this is my reality.


hook
now when the horns fade in you fade out-
your eyes close and the words spit out your mouth-
if you can't relate you don't know what this is aboute-
this aint a rhyme this is my life i to spoute-
any man can rap or atleast make words rhyme-
but a strong mind that leads the blind is one of a kind-
the key to survival break fast...eat your enemies-
if you gully stay grungy- stay hungry- and dont ever
underestimate the words of a true m.c.-