I speak for the lonly, and cop-out the *rich-bitch*//
Put all EmCee's to shame, that be claimin *their-rich*//
So what, your-tight with ill-rhymes and *pronouns*//
You could "spit", hot *shit*... but I'l still show-*you-down*//
Your up in *my-town*, to get knocked the *fuck-down*//
I'll come, right-up behind-you, and beat-ya till-the *blood-bound*// (sposed to bedraged out)
...
Your *Underground*, were no-one *hears-your-sound*//
Your lost in-this rap-shit... *never-to-be-found*//
(pause)
"Again"... dawg im tellin-you, the Brook is *where-it-happins*//
If-you-were-in my-shoes, You betta hold-on and *stap-in*//
I'm *chokein-to-death*// can't *hold-in-my-breath*//
Always "thinkin" "I'm-livin"... But only-got *5-seconds-left*// (sposed to be draged out)
I can't hold-in the-thoughts, that I hold-down *deep-inside*//
But all I ever-needed was-a mic, *to-turn-my-life*//
Around, come-up *on-top*, and take-you *off-this chaut*//(chart)
Your cleary-thinkin... But-not thinkin *to-be-smart*//
Your livin-a-lie, if you think you-can *defeat-me*//
You-couldn't make a hit, if-it was, *your-LP*//
So *now-you-see*, I'm not to *friendy*//
To fake ass *EmCees*, just-wishin *they-were-me*//

iight yo, spit it dawg