now dont cry i aint tryin to get u disturbed/
im flowin some words loud enough to awake the birds/
seperatin the truth turnin the fact from fiction/
just in case u thinkin u impressin some pigeon/
or u think u bout to blow up an ya skills come up missin/
tell the truth dont lie to my ear/
if ya rhymes is fake and u rockin the fake gear/
im not impress at all man go to the mall/
think u pimpin but first u gotta learn how to ball/
im seperatin a lil fact from fiction/
my rhymes tutor ya ass fast causin some friction/
be true or find ya ass like smart when u come up missin/
i aint playin man i come at u wit full thrust/
name me ya counselor cause im the one you can trust/
i had a lot of experiences i dealt witem once/
and u like in the second row like parks wont get out of the front/
what up dun the truth hurts like a virgins cunt/
cd's dont take days mutha fucker they take months/
so dont letem fool u into thinkin its real/
they had meals planned ahead so they can feed on the deal/
this world is wicket and tacky mangled up like picket fences/
fake foxy dont believe they some jamaican princess/
it takes more than a slur to insure a certain success/
so think of whats left an settle for nothin less/
if u ever test u should start takin notes from the best/