[Verse 1: J.Good] We never take no sh**, but when the battle commence I swing the hardest South Sac Martyr respect to the forefathers No problem to start it I'm a man before an artist Ending it while you're talking, my actions will do the walking Ducking, dodging the charges slaughter whatever problem Torture mothers and daughters, tell me I'm out of line, I'm out of order But I sorta agree it's the paranoia My aura is often horror from smoking on fields of flora Avoiding felonies, therapy's what they're telling me Hella lean, been through hell and seen everything that I'd never be A living legacy light up eras like kerosine Anti Ameriking See it seems as if the seams in my pair if jeans, couldn't fit you You weak, couldn't stand the heat of what I been through The meek never get the meat, it's essential We eat or we grab the heat, and offend you motherf**er