At long last, an mc that will stay on task and has gone past the average patterns of thought like dr john nash on strong hash/ in contrast, known for laying more cable than comcast, spraying my spawn upon ass in an explosion that's like a bomb blast/ my mom asked- what I wanted to be when I got older. Without hesitation I told her "universal mc and soldier"/ she put her hand up on my shoulder, I saw her fighting back the tears. I had this writing knack (that was clear) some cats likened that to fear/ transcended white and black for years but till this day still ain't accepted. It don't bug me 'cuz I don't let it yet some folks don't seem to get it/ I don't sweat it, it fuels my fire and inspires me to wage war. Now i spit like an enraged boar that's been caged and displayed since age four/ better believe my dues have been paid for, ran out of rhymes one time so made more. The hand I write with stays sore (this games dirty as an aids whore)/been sent as hiphop's savior save your doubting and negativity. By the end of this you'll be giving me the respect that I deserved initially/ viciously I attack tracks with these verses that don't lack facts. Those that know me know I'm a packrat with rhymes spilling out my knapsack/ I'm sick of r&b rap cats spittin thug shit with a pop sound. They might have the radio locked down but appeal to girls in cars with tops down/ y'all need to knock it off if not now I'm askin when?
When will we stand up like men and restore hiphop to the gem/ it was back then- before the trends, all the jewelery and the Benz. If we make music for us not them our means will justify the end.
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