Yall Don't No Me but the First To Judge//
U could bring Ten Mack Trucks I won't Budge//
It's Like a Gun Fingerprint to Smudge//
I look in ya eyes and yall still Hold a Grudge//
Packers Of the Fudge//
My Life is a Reflection//
Of every Hood Section//
In a Ghetto Collection//
I wanted to switch my Direction//
Change Pace//
But HATE wheres the Same FACE//
And all yall Clone the same Gate//
It's Not about Culture,Nation,Creed ,Or Race//
It's the Fact like I gotta Go to the MOON to get some SPACE//
I feel Like a Shoelace//
I tightened Up and Fasten//
I put out 1 Post and Got 54 Hate Actions//
Then they act Like I'm Slackin//
I was just Directin the Life u was Actin//
Not about beef,Roast,,,or Crackin//
It's Rap Interaction//
Beef jumps and they the First to Stop the Cops//
RAP BEEF...Then they Wonder how PAC got SHOT//
My heart was Dur in VEGAS and L.A.//
In Harlem wit BIG L durin the Macy's Parade//
Yall wanna Be Winners But ya Behind 3 Laps//
and it'll take 3 Sacks..On CD Covers Backs..watchin ya Listin Of TRACKS..On my Lap...while i roll a Weed Sack//
To make me stop givin ya Modem the Hostage wit a VIRUS GAT//
I'm not Paranoyd or Bonkers//
It's just funny how ya got an English accent but claim Yonkers//
If would Open Up ya Eyes and Ears//
U could see and Hear//
theres more to Rap..then a Battle Rap...and some NET CHEERS!