Streets is filled with kids who spittin written skilled hits,
Mumbled words is bullshit, vested for wars wit full clips,
Blocks crowded with fake gangsters who be acting foolish
Selling the death of the hood these funny posing hoodlems

Neighborhoods across America and the around entire globe
Feel the authentic vibe of emcees whos only jobs to expose
Pimps from hoes, envision analogies for the professionals
To take you to the next level is my one and only goal

Its silly how, e’erybody wanna be a thug and selling drugs
Is just a hobby nowadays, everyone serves around the way
Even my gardener has the hook up for some sticky Bombay
This is the wrong way, so I think its time we pull the plug

Lets cut the rich-bitch-shit and take it back to the notepad
The pen was ya voice, no one hunted the net uppin they vocab
Sorry little Timmy but ya rhymes aint ill, it takes street skills
To cause the crowd to just feel, every syllable that you drill

This is the real, touch any part of it and I can promise that I will
Take it to the studio or to the park, torture in daylight bury in the dark
Battle cats got no chance when the beef is getting sparked
I flip like Jackie Chan flicks and always bite before I bark

Im not hood, but my pedigree is pure, hiphop in me? Im sure
Putting to bed all the children on this board, the contents to raw
For parents to let them absorb anymore info than they ever saw
Im a writer by nature but for paper a ghetto reporter for the poor



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One Love...

-Stucks