Verse 1: Rap's got every kid on the street thinking they're a poet Linguistic skills is something that you all poor with Talent you're not poured with You're playing a role Doing a line dance On that "Shake rattle n roll" Thinking that you're artistic Talking like autistic kids Who only talk about Molly's And slanging this dick, to this bitch In this whip And this trick For rich kids You're poor? Then u missed it! Wrong gear on the Stick shift! So its not different Something you aint convinced with And scared to release it Its probably some weak shit Or cloned industry shit With A B C rhymes And you rapping about some shit we've heard like hundreds of times And I aint frontin like I'm a 100% something different Just telling 99% of yall that I'm better That's Tactical force I was forced to learn that Money Power Respect? I was forced to earn Fuck a Ego with no sense Its like flexing your muscles with no pause And wondering why are you so tired? Rappers that's en vogue If you're really the real Why don't u it like Don and "Gimme something I can feel" Teaching sons to be killers And daughter be they hoes & "You don't love them hoes" So I gotta juxtapose When my daughters grows up I'm finna be like Liam Neeson Then I wish a nicca would So I could finally just kill some! Blow! Verse 2: You wonder why the music we make is called crack? Cause drugs sell themselves, fiends they come back Now everybody think they a dealer but we are addicts cause now a days its cool to steal a hit Demographics changed The game aint the same U used to be able to make some money off of the raw But now u gotta water it down Its like a law Cause crack heads now a days aint really where the money at (Pause) the recreational drug users will pay for a package And they aint out here taking it raw, they couldn't hack it So the middle man will steal from the culture and get rich And that's just the half of the money path Remember the crack heads are stealing your shit So you gotta battle that and give em hit after hit Till they black out and now they can't live without yo shit Hallucinating, thinking ur the real of the real U en vogue now, so give the people something to feel But they numb You took N out and give em the D Its easy to C In the paint, it be what it be! (Pause) Till the hip hop police come in! Writing niggas off for the beat come in Bunch of dicks All the do is be coming To stop anybody from having an income And that's real rap So tell me if u want some! Verse 3: (Jahi Banger Williams) Now They done shot Sean Bell.. 50 times like..nigga go to hell.. he didnt even reach for his cell.. just a day before his wedding bells..now.. they done shot Treyvon.. now everywhere I go I got my hoody on! Gotta watch out for what your name on dat resume say... cause Mohammed Al-Akbar aint getting no job today.. over David Smith... homie its real shit.. another black man starvin back to robbin them quickie marts in... wifey think he gotta nite job.. going hard,the bills bumpin like his throbbing.. square head..oblivious to the streets watching.. damn well been better off if the cops had knocked him.. but when dat youngin stopped him.. like where you from?.. before he could even stu-stutter.. their go the gun. why papa aint come home? why mommy can't sleep? No matter how hot it is its cold in them sheets Its just a sample of an example I seen too many times Just gotta learn how to handle So let my flow burn somethin like a candle You could never blow out the examplary vocabulary too real for you to throw out Its Mathematics Back at it, like a addict with a crack habit