You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin
 [bad word] who that I offend, rappers sit back I'm bout to begin
 Bout foul talk you sqwak, never even walked the walk
 More less destined to get tested, never been arrested
 My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about 
 Or told first hand, never word of mouth
 What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?
 Rappers are in danger, who will use wits to be a remainder
 When the missile is aimed, to blow you out of the frame
 Some will keep their limbs and, some will be maimed
 The same suckers with the gab about, killer instincts
 But turned [bad word] and knowin [bad word] well they lack
 In this division the conniseur, crackin your head with a 4 by 4
 Realize sucka, I be [bad word] like Noah
 Always sendin you down, perpetratin facadin what you consider
 image, to me this is, just a scrimmage
 I'm feel I'm stone, not cause I bop or wear my cap [bad word]  The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
 Those who pose lyrical but really ain't [bad word] I feel

 [Slick Rick from the song "Hey Young World":] "Their time's limited, hard rocks too"

 Speakin in tongues, about what you did but you never done it
 Admit you bit it cause the next man gained platinum behind it
 I find it ironic, so I researched and analyzed
 Most write about stuff they fantasized
 I'm fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clips
 And glocks gettin [bad word]  and wax not bein flipped
 It's the same old same old just strain it from the anal
 The contact, is [bad word] pexed or vexed
 So why you puhsin it? Why you lyin for? I know where you live
 I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid
 Your persona's drama, that you acquired in high school in actin class
 Your whole aura is plexi-glass
 What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park
 That's a lie, you was in church with your moms
 See I know yo, slow your roll, give a good to go
 Guys be lackin in this thing called rappin just for dough
 Of course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uhh
 I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect
 It's the principal of it, I get [bad word] when I bust
 Some dope lines oral, that maybe somebody'll quote
 That's what I consider real, in this field of music
 Instead of puttin brain cells to work they abuse it
 Non-conceptual, non-exceptional
 Everybody's either crime-related or ual
 I'm here to make a difference, besides all the riffin
 The traps are not stickin, rappers stop flippin
 For those who pose lyrical but really ain't [bad word] I feel

 [Slick Rick from the song "Hey Young World":] "Their time's limited, hard rocks too"