Y'all know y'all done messed up now right?
 Mmmm mmmm, fo' real
 [opera singing]
 You know, you messed up, I'm not laughing
 All y'all beats is soundin the same, y'all rhymin the same
 Some of y'all even wearing the same jewelry
 And y'all doin the same videos
 Shut up, you know you messed up right?
 That's why they brought me back in this game
 To bring it right back to the essence, mmm hmmm
 Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill this
 Lemme tell you somethin, [what, what]
 The real killers, they're standin right over there
 Waitin for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you
 Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo
 Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage
 To just move back a little cuz it's about to get real rowdy
 in the front yo, they comin yo
 I could never forget the underground hip hop
 I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke
 Workin at Burger King, hustlin dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle
 All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin?
 Yo

 HOOK:
 Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin
 Kick a little somethin for the New Jerusalem
 Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from
 Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin
 Kick a little somethin for the street DJs
 Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from

 [Verse 1]
 Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever recite
 I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right
 Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here
 But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
 New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
 L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk
 Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your house
 Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouse
 What? MCs, y'all aint nothing but assassins
 Every two lines is killin, or incarceration
 Murderation, closed casket cremation
 Closest you got to prison was seein barson television
 But I'ma go long as this thug phenomenon
 Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-num
 All of that, to get your attention
 Here's a few things I been dyin to mention
 Anyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartel
 Any more beats soundin the same, I'ma put your MPC to cell
 Listen, reminiscing on Nas, *It Aint Hard To Tell*
 Still feel like somebody's watching me like Rockwell
 Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
 Talk about the Fugees, I'ma break up the make up
 Put your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
 And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z

 HOOK [variations]
 Kick a little something for the projects Clef
 Kick a little something for the hip hop fans

 [Verse 2]
 Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my house
 No matter how faithful I am, y'all still have your doubts
 Talkin bout, is he real in this relationship
 Or did he go pop, and on the side get a mistress
 My mistress is a guitar, classical like Mozart
 Paint murder on the wall just to show y'all some art
 And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts
 I suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop talking
 You know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go
 And Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbow
 Kum Ba Ya, got you trapped in barbed wire
 Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost writer
 Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than books
 Watch what you cook cuz you might get hooked
 Man... I miss real MCs
 Like Kool G Rap, written in graffiti
 Before the plane, I used to take the train
 Watch fiends puttin up they vein, moms raisin caine
 Able's on the roof, cook like a goose
 To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof
 I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my back
 Two choices, sell rap or sell crack
 Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin crack
 Cuz the music industry is the same street format
 I sold y'all Nappy Heads, to The Score, to The Carnival
 But yet y'all still wanted more
 Since Sedeck went back, came off wit a break
 I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape

 [beatbox]

 HOOK [variations]
 Kick a little something for the brothers up north