you can catch me spittin rhymes in the back of your class, spinnin faster than grandmaster flash,
carryin around a book like its a bible, flow so raw, its tribal,
taking it back to the roots, no c-notes or flutes, my rhymes just shoot,
out my mouth like it was a machine gun, when i flow its just for fun,

not looking for money or power, i wont get 15 minutes of fame i'll get an hour,
kids still looking for the new thugged out gangster, thinkin they hard cause they listen to "wanksta",
kids blind, not using they mind, true rappers are hard to find, they're one of a kind,
whether you an internet battler, of a freestyle rattler, or a cow cattler,
if you got heart thats all that matters, spit fake rhymes and strikeout like minor league batters,
you switch styles every other day, you claim to be from around the way, claim to "smoke dope all day",
spittin out rhymes like you got a bad taste in your mouth, this is raw ish from the south,
grew up on a farm and developed my own style, but its been awhile, since i been able to get wild,
dont get wild with girls or guns, get wild and flow like big pun,
rest in peace, didnt know ya never knew ya, but you spit true flows so i gotta give props to ya,

your rhymes isnt well spent, you speak about as well as 50 cent,
try to spit about stuff you know, and you never know you could blow, get all the "hoes",
catch aids and die a young death, i dont know about you but i wanna keep my breath,
wouldnt trade life for anything, not even all gold on your pinky ring,
or a record deal, a collaboration with Seal, after me they modeled the saying "keep it real",
dont need to drop battle audio tracks, dont need to watch my back, its best not to attack,
cause my defenses be air-tight, leaving people gaspin for air on the mic,
my rhyme book flows better than you and its silent, theres no need to get violent,
just keep elevatin and doin what you do, step to me again and i'll step on you,
with my new shoes, i paid my dues, im one of the chosen few,
never catch me on the bandwagon, you flow like a slow connection, its laggin,

so after you've had your spin on mtv, still out there sayin "look at me",
im a walking billboard, i got mad props in the source awards!,
just spit about polo, how i get the dough on the low, how i deal blow,
i'll still be at the back of the class, still be droppin ill rhymes on your a...