[Verse 1] Now, I know the truth hurts And at first you don't succeed then try again But if it wasn't meant to be, please put down the pen Without ease I clown these men because I wouldn't want to hurt them But choose another area more suitable to work in If you can't foot the bill, then step in other direction Don't live this illusion, accept and make corrections Selection isn't limited, someone had to invented it There's infinite paths to choose, why crews confuse down the wrong one? You'll regret it in the long run, you can talk a gang of rap but if you never get no songs done It's pointless and I point this out so you can know A pre-written rhyme at an open mic isn't rippin a show I don't just flow, I'm part of 'em My lifestyle and artist on a full time trek, through hip-hop and effect That's what I am, and i know thats cliché to say but damn When I wake up, I've got rhymes jumping from my diaphragm You lie and scam to convince, but since, your tactics are unsportsmanlike your playing constant defense And we sense your confidence level, you meddle with the pen on weekends Your just a part-time rap pebble And I'm a stone, rock hard to the bone I dont condone, incompetent, half a** non prominent moves I soothed souls, man I rolled with the Legends Music fills my bloodstream, it's almost '97 and you just started? That's not allowed, don't crowd my area Start sharing yours with the scores, of others trying to bury the meaning I'm fiending for more, staying true is not a chore, Think about it Twice before you step foot through the door Need to quit [Funny two minute talking outro about Bay Area rappers]