It's real music for real people The Hip Hop nuisance you fiend for It's the booze that I'm guzzling The troops that I'm running with The truth's what I'm busting, kid The news I be covering The music, you loving it The bullsh**ting government The proving that you got the muscle, kid The bruises, don't cover them The loser, the prominent The ruthless, the dominant The few cents you profit, man You gotta hustle them Improving your numbers But never give in to any of Lucifer's promises Whether you leading the movement of following We both know that only a few people understand Good sh** we puffing to the beautiful drumming, man Throw your hands up if you love your mother, man Now I do it for the moon and the sun For the few months of summer For the food in my stomach, man Crews they be bluffing Now the dudes is in trouble 'cause as soon as I'm coming in they losing a couple ends Now let me tell you, I ain't new to the struggle No, I move in a puddle though I grew inna suburbs World leaders, hit them with cruel and unusual punishment They might win some, but they losing this one, again