Look
I watch kids so intently
I watch how they talk or roll
And then they tread so deadly
Leave their man cold due to envy
f** up for real
When you feel that your life is on empty
Sold in a frenzy
Knowin' that the end be near
And living with a sense of fear
They can't bear growin' up to climb to great heights
Compliment and diss in the same life
Promises, frendships
Yo, it aint right
When you honour is met with the kid who ain't tight
But should I claim justice
They constantly fight
With their own downfalls
And they wanna be liked
Instead of bein' outdoors
They ride coat-tails
T'il they get aboard
Then they cap their drawers and rap about family business
And that's against street law
I gave you a sign
Why you hatin' me for?
I ain't done nothing
But support and help out
On the other hand i'm glad to be a sellout
Too many yes men sprawled abroad
And if I had got gas I would have turned soft
Because..
[Old school scratch mix]
Hey yo
They'll trick you
They're trying to cool you
Knock you out of issue
But i'm here to school you
Why?
To envy, down with the zulu
The roccksteady crew
You know the hip hop's my life
I put it down live for the school face capital
4 to 5 in my lifetime think rational
Represent real when I roam
Assasintate they kings to let their subjects rule their clones
Respect fools and clones
I resurect legends
Let it be known from the past to the present
Hip hop survived through the media blitz
Why these fake cats fall for the greed of ya bliss
I take flight, and put it down right
Put T-dot to the farenheit till it sound tight
Do the mic like the 18th letter
Anyone can bust out a follower but i'm trying to make things better
And tell her what's wrong in a silent lesson
If they don't catch on it lead to violent agression
You rep gone and cast down 911
And you find out you're grudgin'
Be the one with the weapon
f** enmmies and friends
The scope of your memory depends on subjects that cleverly
Depend like the money and the girls and the material things
That's why i hold court like imperial kings
I hook up the main thing
Wait by the plate
If the appetite overrides lyrical brings about
Cloud in your better self
Spiritual hymns
And understand all the suffering a burial brings
Because..
[Old school scratch mix]
Hey yo
Here's the epilogue as I end this chapter
If you're the front man then you're flirting with diaster
Cuz on the one hand you'll be certain i'm the master
But trying the one plan that would be birthing my diaster
Just one man and a cute vrigin with a blaster
Frontin' gun man you'll be certain you an actor
When the gun down you best run find a pastor
Because the sanctuary it's curtains for you bah-stards
I'm nothing like Benedicts
I put the win in the old french benefits
All the while cute bunnies 'til to the end of it
Tryin' to stack mad money piles off the pen an sh**
You better get on
Run while you can
I watch things never getting done by my man
If a man ain't the right man slides to the left
I expose the b**h tryin' to hide in your flesh
Because..
This is for the snakes, the s**ers, the lies in disguise [x2]
This is for the snakes…
[Old school scratch mix]