i dont know rap but i know where im at
in this big world of sinners i dont hold the gat
no clip for the chance but some spit on my bat
cause caution is a virtue i hold true till i'm flat
like a tire popped pinned got the jack in the back
and it aint no lex its a hooptie in fact
but i still g chicks but dont call me the mac/
game comes easy if you let flow spill like sat-
tin man is black watchin the wiz way back/
cougher for the coffin and im dead in the sac
but pills made it easy to release the stress for that
if you feel what i say give me a hell yeah back/
if you dont/ give me a bad rating i dont care but perhaps
my stage is my life and the seats are packed
for one show and one cd u can cop it off the rack
from mister goody sam without the ham or the eggs
and the price for the music is straight over our heads
and one single can cost you an arm and a leg
and thousands of dollars for just one article spread
i refuse to bleieve that this all for the dead
wont stop for nobody but pay my respects instead
i understand my influences and the things that they said
hold nobody over yours and hold one eye open when you asleep in your bed