[Verse One]
No way you'll never make [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 dal
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