the rise an fall of deceit fuels my chest.......
an i'm self righteous at best, i'm no more no less.....
but i'm a calm muther fucker, not flagrant or jest......
my beauty exhales through death, leavin' me pissed an the industry hexed.......
now i gotta deal with this infestation of disorder, load up my rifle, steady the butt on my shoulder an aim up a head shot to drop this mainstream pop.....
so fake mc's you betta betta the history you layed or you gonna shatter, wake up one day an see the phallacies you portrayed....
all tricks you played and countless souls you slayed.......
an guess what, your gonna lie in the muther fuckin' bed you made......
cause you got played, an like del said you seen betta days.....
so fake mc's who think you got it made keep puffin' l's an i'm gonna wait for the day when comp can come up and deflect your rays in camouflage ways an steal your fan base.....
with true rhymes that inject malady an infect the public with ill sense of what to expect from mc's........
like the 36th chamber did for 1993