Verse 1: 
 Whatever takes to lay to rest [bad word]  I do 
 So pray to repent that those devout forgotten will not find you 
 Don’t make an attempt to follow, wallow in your own [bad word] 
 Discover how to pay your respects, accept them as your brother 
 I’m leaving a path through trails of mud 
 Anointing all those in pales of blood 
 Then focus their lives on lies 
 And find they’re hopeless in eyes of mind and why 
 We not designed, we right on time 
 And when we arrive we get it live 
 Just acknowledge we on fire 
 Nine Leaves are the set design 
 Record time remaining nameless 
 Formless cuz your forms are shameless 
 You’ve forgotten where you’re from 
 And all your flaws that made you famous 
 Threats are painless, aim this at your heart to make the pain lift 
 Shape-shift on this track to scratch your name right off the game’s list 
 Plain [bad word] I am sick of rappers 
 [bad word] cuz I’m a sicker cracker 
 Fire blacking out the room of places that you stage your acting 
 You’ve forgotten where’s your passion 
 Need to ask, that’s my infraction 
 Show me where your skills at and I’ll show you how to hack and slash ‘em 

 [bad word]  (excerpts from a discussion on Hip Hop) 

 Some are being pushed through the machine 
 And being told what to do 

 They’re not challenging themselves anymore 
 They forget about themselves as an artist 

 That may be how it evolved, but that’s not necessarily how it has to be though 

 Some do what they want to 

 Verse 2: 
 I’m backhanding the game, she aint treating us right 
 I aint really the one but I cherish her life 
 I blame the change on us, the same must go for me 
 Our love is deep but I only write once a week 
 Listen, I never held a nine besides my 9 to 9 
 No jail time, [bad word] me, my life is fine 
 I even rhyme in a suit 
 Cuz my pursuit of happiness is to spit the [bad word] 
 You lose 
 And I don’t gotta change up my flow 
 It is what it is, you can ride or you don’t 
 You’ll decide as I go 
 Every line you can scope 
 I aint losing sleep 
 You could live a lie but I won’t 
 I aint beat money, you could talk about all your doe 
 Man life is sweet 
 You could peep my gut as it grows 
 Hold the cheddar for the cheese 
 And your beef for the streets 
 Two sides of a coin, my point, we both eat 
 So yes, I really gotta say this is great 
 You can hate on my hate so your hate’s just the same 
 Don’t be mad at me homie I paved my own lane 
 Speaking honestly, homie you’re a waste of a name 
 waste of my space man, check out my frame 
 I’m drained but I still speak my piece 
 This last piece of hate 
 For these you’ll take heat 
 Y’all wear shades in the club 
 I’ll rock mine on the beach 
 Please… 

 [bad word]  (excerpts from a discussion on Hip Hop) 

 It’s [bad word] sport, Hip Hop 
 Everything is “I, I, I” because you have to prove that you’re the better emcee 

 And of course it’s a business 

 Hip Hop wasn’t derived from that 

 There is this other dimension of Hip Hop 

 There are these songs all over the world 

 Verse 3: 
 They’ve already forgotten 
 How it sounds, felt the taste it 
 Before the industry reshaped it and raped it 
 Landscaped your face, now you’re the Mona Lisa 
 You gotta do what they do or they won’t release ya 
 The fans may greet ya, but you can’t look them in the eyes 
 I guess your hustlin’ features was just a disguise 
 Make us believe ya, at least you could try 
 You wanna get rich lying relying on false pride 
 Sold your soul for the price of the gold and the ice 
 Now you’re a hoe with no hold and they’re controlling your life 
 You were exposed to the light but prefer being dumb 
 The who, what, where 
 When will you remember one 
 The place you’ve begun 
 Look what you’ve [bad word] 
 Succumb to what sucks for a successful some 
 Regrets you’ll hav