Fuck 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 bitch and knowin damn well they lack  
 In this division the conniseur, crackin your head with a 4 by 4  
 Realize sucka, I be the comin like Noah  
 Always sendin you down, perpetratin facadin what you consider  
 a image, to me this is, just a scrimmage  
 I'm feel I'm stone, not cause I bop or wear my cap cocked  
 The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock  
 Those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel  
  
 "Their time's limited, hard rocks too" -> Slick Rick  
 (from the song _Hey Young World_)  
  
 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 cocked, and wax not bein flipped  
 It's the same old same old just strain it from the anal  
 The contact, is not com-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 a rush 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 sexual  
 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 true I feel  
  
 "Their time's limited, hard rocks too" -> Slick Rick  
 (from the song _Hey Young World