The more emotion I put in to it the harder I rock.
Life is love, heartache and strain,
Yet the strength to overcome it all keeps me sane.
I’d rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect.
It’s the principle of it.
Everything has a price…
No matter if it’s fortune, fame or your life.
I understood later that it’s all about paper,
Everything has a fee in the land of the free.
Some wish that I was gone, cause they know I’ma win.
It’s the principle 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.
Everybody’s either crime-related or sexual.
For those who pose lyrical, but really ain’t true, I feel:
Their time’s limited, hard rocks too.
My album will manifest many things I saw,did or heard about;
I talk first hand never word of mouth.
Rappers are in danger
Who will use wits to be a remainder?
So why you pushin’ 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 plexiglass.
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.
A microphone fiend; I make beats do back flips.