No way you'll never make it [bad word] with the weak [bad word]  i break kids
Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya
Lines like rifles go blast when i kick some [bad word] 
lot of rappers be like one time wonders
Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under
Their noses, i hate those [bad word] posers
But i'm so real to them it's scary
And with my unique skills nag you [bad word] me
And no we don't make wack tracks
And all the suckers get pushed back when i'm kickin real facts
I represent set up [bad word] like a tent boy
You're paranoid cause you're my son like elroy
And you'd be happy as [bad word] to get a record deal
Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal

Verse two:

Oh yes i'm greater than all mc's when i breeeze give me room please
I be like fascinatin when i be updatin
Cuttin off wack kids, pullin their [bad word] cards
I thump hard, and mak eem say that i'm god
Niggaz be pretendin they hardcore
Never know the meaning of [real hardcore]
But i get props like a slogan and no man
Could ever try to diss when i kicks my jam
Lyrically def and [bad word] mic wrecking
No double checking vocals kill like weapons
But if i have to i go all out with no mic
Yeah that's right cause i survived mad fights
And for my peeps i [bad word] care
Cause without some of them i wouldn't be here
And they all know how i feel
Cause suckers be like playin themselves to have mass appeal

Verse three:

I know i'm dope but don't wet that
I've suffered setbacks but now i'm makin greenbacks
Just like baggy slacks i'm crazy hip-hop
Check one two and you don't stop
Your head'll bop when i drop my crop
Of pure bomb, just like the seashore i'm calm
But wild, with my monotone style
Because i don't need gimmicks
Gimme a fly beat and i'm all in it
Word is bond i go on and on
For you it's tragic i got magic like wands
So i'ma end this lecture and i betcha
Those who kick dirt and do time i'm gonna get cha
Cause i be kickin the real
While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal