"Night shifts interfere with my real work." "Oh man, is that all you want to do I mean go bombing trains at night and pushing a broom all day?" "Man, why are you getting on case?" "I'm not getting at you man" Keeping real realness while I bring it right back I picked up a parka and a paint marker Tagged up the town and put it in a frame for the Memories, cause right now I still wear denim jeans It's the lemon squeeze and kids have to remember me December comes around and I'm back to the basics My optics are lasek giving the town a face lift Out of world space sh** breaking out the stratosphere Set fire to the clouds and trail blazed out the atmosphere "That's a burner" Talk to me Goose I got these goofs in my sights and no way I'm letting loose I worked too hard to get overshadowed in the long run I'll f** these pussies straight on with no condom I build for you to take away No sk** means no talent so you're best to part ways Seperate yourself from the culture that you're k**ing Seperate your mouth from those fake gold fillings "It's so white. It's so clean" It's like Def Jam Vendetta, except they're more fake You forgot about the b-boy for God's sakes MC sk**s are abused on a next to nothing name drop Allowances don't cover the price that rising fame costs Roots are blocked, rap music prevails We all develop a limp, hip talk and females Retail suggested amount, we're never out of stock Of clown rap acts that claim the freshest hip hop I would never sell my fate to a flag staff I'd die for myself but not the rep my country's name has Culture thieves walked the streets but they were already dead Zombie slaves to the machine designed to break bread Did myself a favor and bailed out of an airline Dynamite on my chest, human life to land mine Dropping d**h to this fake style rise Make no mistake, I'm bombing air supply "When I'm writing trains or when you're mixing sounds Making people dance, that's everything. We're alive"