yo check it i feel like the world is crumblin down/ cause rap has stop bein bout what's real and just the now/niggas speak of ice and smokin weed/ but what they don't tell is that it's like a disease/ eatin up da streets niggas just keep coppin/ not knowin that wit every coin spit anotha kid is hungry/and you keepin them crack heads dancin like monkeys/dat ice you rock ain't helpin yo peoples/talkin bout killin then speak of god churches and steeples/the game has just fallin apart/niggas spit these clown as riddles tryin to play da part/the spoken to music is what runs through my viens/ya'll niggas bleed blood while i bleed nothin but nouns verbs and adjectives/spittin bout da life i've lived/ then game to me is somethin sacred while these dumb rappas fuck it up wit hatred

rap is my life/ i dream in rhymic patterns/my soul is deep just like a hidden cavern/tryin to be true to my self wit every breath i breathe/then thoughts of quit the struggle is what i tease/ with a mind know with rhymes there no need for life/ specially when theres no way to release stress from so much pain and strife/ and please don't tryin to spit crash courses on how to kill a nigga quik and in a hurry/cause thats the kinda shit that gets niggas burried/ and you wonder why yo moms is always worried/ then u break bad wit yo boys while alone you is a pussy just to damn scurry/so please don't think that rap is game cause this shit is real just ask rappa wit any worth to his name