HOOK:
5 minutes to heal or 5 minutes to kill
5 minutes to give or 5 minutes to steal
5 minutes to bless or 5 minutes to curse
I got less than 5 minutes to make my point
5 minutes to heal or 5 minutes to kill
5 minutes to give or 5 minutes to steal
5 minutes to bless or 5 minutes to curse
 [bad word] this 5-minute song I can change my world

VERSE 1:
4 minutes 30 seconds rounded up to 5
I’m in the booth and like Nas all I need is 1 mic
I got 1 chance to write and 1 chance to spit
It’s all up to me and I better make it sick
Cuz I’m an MC and from my own heart and mind
I deliver the rhymes as I move the crowd
But what should I do? And what should I give ‘em?
Should I give ‘em the [bad word] or what the crowds want to hear?
Should I create lyrics that are poor in content?
And beats with catchy hooks that make you shake your behinds?
Talking all kinds of nonsense ‘bout clubs and parties
Blunts and spliffs, crystal and Bacardy?
Should I teach young dudes how to be thugs and pimps?
Should I encourage young girls to be hoez and trickz?
I could rhyme about strippers, glocks, ice and rims
But we’ll all be held accountable for all we said and did

HOOK:

VERSE 2:
Too many MCs, not enuff micz
Too many clones, copy-cats wanna be in the limelight
Too many fake rappers, half-steppers, pretenders
Duplicators, imitators and studio gangstaz
Tryina be #1, everyone claims to be the illest
Cats with poor characters? You gotta be kidding
Rappers in the videos spend money like water
The industry done made slavers from our sons and daughters
They gave us music videos where cats thuggin it out
Even [bad word] kids tryina be Crips and Bloods
They gave us supermodels with bodies like bottles
You wonder why girls strip instead of goin to college?
Tryina be y displayin the goodies
Cuz some rapper made a song about a thong and a booty
We’re in the RnB days, meanin rhymes and beats
When kids know every rap song but some can’t even read

HOOK:

VERSE 3:
I got only 1 life so I’ma play for keeps
I ain’t takin no shorts, can’t waste a good beat
Life is a serious thing, it sure ain’t no game
I can’t waste this time and then be ashamed
I ain’t doin it for the fame, I’m doin this for the [bad word] 
My only reason for flowin is to express myself
And bear much [bad word]  Tryin to leave a legacy
My music is built to last, I strive for longevity
I do this for the people, I do this for hip-hop
Yo I love this culture, gotta keep it alive
Tryina give generations a pure art
By any means necessary tryina touch ya’ll hearts
I choose to build, not destroy, speak life [bad word] my music
Any other alternative’s flat-out dumb and stupid
So what if my records will stay on the shelf?
Bu if you seek your own glory then you’re playin yourself