Listen to the rhyme check the way I'm flowing
 Got to come correct when I select words for wreck
 Because respect means more than any bullshit check
 I clain that L.V.P. now knowledge that's on me
 Can't disrespect my O.G.s or roughneck reality
 See I've been down from the start to tear a sucker apart
 Fuck money guns and hoes just flow to show if you've got heart
 And we can go rounds you low-down duck
 Got stuck with a beat-down in P-town cause your style sucks
 You little mark yo you didn't expect it
 Like a pack of drunk drivers man some crew straight wrecked shit
 And ain't that 'bout a bitch? Got jacked in Oregon that's my
 Origin fuck around and now you'll never snore again
 Slept like a baby thinking you were all that
 Your'e all wack player now look at where you at
 Look at where you at
 Stop and just listen 'cause ain't no time for riffing
 Just scoping and hoping I'll get open like a gift when
 Everybody's watching M.C.s beging jocking
 Back in the day we used to play and punks got picked like cotton
 But look at where I'm at now I'm ripping up the track
 Got my mind on a mission now there ain't no turning back
 Peace to Mr. Sam-I-Am for putting me on the path
 Look into the rear-view mirror and today I just laugh
 Back then I used to stumble fumble on the mic or mumble
 But you still put me on so now I try to be humble
 Went to Mecca to get my step correct and do my part
 Now it's Mecca on my mind and Mecca in my heart
 Still I depart from the past last night went fast
 Pete Miser is what I'm known as so now I watch my own ass
 Want to be all that without holding a strap
 Money grip don't trip just look at where you at
 -It ain't where you're from it's where you're at-
 I'm setting it off you're lost so stop and clock your plotted position
 Boy you put upon wax a track that lacks any facts what I mean you're
 slipping
 When I'm hitting I'm kicking the thick non-fiction upon my nation
 Understanding the place I'm facing through the knowledge of foundation
 Case in point the path I traveled unraveled as each step had landed
 Took a look at now for known-how beat my brow where demanded
 Know I'm branded like cattle as the one in battle to make it
 Not a snake kid or a viper or a diaper I don't take shit
 From no-one throw one out to show the clout that I'm attaining
 Rough like leather and like Portland weather better bet I'll be
 reigning
 With an iron fist I dissed you mister pissed you off a little bit
 But the hits that I swung will keep you strung out like a fiddle now
 sit
 Your ass down 'cause the last clown that tried to step
 Got swept like a dustpan man you understand?
 A fan of no one 'cause I know none that can bust a better rap
 I'm from the West Coast West Coast now look at where you at