[Verse 1] If you knew better you n***as would do better They want it less complicated I'm never gon lose letters Not even for new cheddar Don't feel the need to beef it up when I abuse letters Thrifty, dub print shorts shooting the breeze like a drive by Young fly guy that's never gon lose feathers Copped the purple or the green when the B.B. King blues get us Couple that with my height and the paces at which I write And it's safe to say that I make enough music for two n***as Make it for you n***as, hope that you catch the message Hope that between the flash and the flair you pause and reflect it I'm hoping checks get collected like a Nike shoe fetish I'm shooting for New York Times right now we news letters Not enough paper, way too many issues Sweat from the grind require way too many tissues Get a towel in here, F R can a n***a get a vowel in here? Matter fact, two E's matter fact that's free Bumping facts through these tracks and these tracks get a**embled like a factory Ain't no stopping or attacking me, it's Mick Jenk Word