I started around time when Eminem signed Fifty
I came in the game but nobody wanted to [bad word] with me
When I started I had nothing but a paper and a pen
I drew a couple of sketches and made up a plan
Eversince, a thousand pens have ran out of ink
I've wasted like a million notepads developed a swing
The rhymes that I sing are real I don't counterfit
I know the math, give me my do and I will count my [bad word] I'm from the street thats why I spit gutter & dirt
I know a dope beat 'cus I sold dope on the turf
I'm no magician I ain't got no bunnies in my hat
rap musician so hip-hop honies giving me head
Worked out my muscle to take [bad word] in the scuffle
I switched to rap and it is a lot like the hustle
My vocals peak on the mic, I kick sick puns
If Big Pun is a measure of talent I'm 6 tons

 
Print the lyrics and post them upon your fregerator
Genuine poetry, what an mc is made of
I've been here a couple of years, nothing that you can tell me
I've seen how my close peers went from friendly to jelly
I'm from the place where killers play with knives [bad word] We done some foul [bad word] so the bad perfume pursue us
We all are waiting for the brighter day [bad word] And me? I'm three deep on the corner in the slum