[(T)Tabs (B)bu*tatones]
(T) This ain't music this new sh**'s depressing
I'd rather smoke a spliff and listen to Smif-N-Wessun
(B) Spitting the sickest session, holding down the energy
And bless it with the stage presence of MOP
(T) We catapult lines at the greatest of all time
And leave them shook to d**h like fatalities on a fault line
(B) Blaze thoughts sunrise til the light's gone
It's always off the top whether or not the mic's on
(T) That's my fight song and I'ma sing it on my d**h bed
On a quest for freedom, the same reason that the rest bled
(B) We're all breast fed the same garbage from rappers
You play the part like the heart doesn't matter
(T) And neither does the art but that's apart of the game
It ain't hard to explain how this garbage markets their name
(B) Starve from the pain of watching Hip-Hop die
(T) You might feel it first but it's worse if we did not try
(B) Breaking the cardboard to preserve the art form
(T) Leave your heart torn spitting my writtens in dart form
(B) Stars born, break night to the day
(T) I ain't got no stage freight cuz I like what I say
(B) Music saved my life, why you think I'm writing this way
(T) For every impossible obstacle that's right in the way
(B) Fork a trail to Ol' Yalk, Larro writing was paved
(T) This path is narrow and taking me right to my grave