I hate my job so I always look to a better day//

Far from New York city on a tropical getaway//

But not in Miami//

'Cause these white Cuban anti-Castros can't stand me//

That's the reason I'll never win a fixed up latin grammy//

After this racist latinos will god damn me//

But my black people love me//

And when i go to South America people try to hug me

Cause I talk about reality that effects them//

And even though I blew up I could never neglect them//

What kind of revolutionary action would that be//

I'd be catogorized with practically every other emcee//

But never that 'cause I'm clever with facts//

Sever your raps, fake players and thugs will forever be wack//

I'm still rollin' with my squadron heavily strapped//

And even if I get killed I'll inevitibly be back//

Encyclopedia hispanica over digital debt//

Don't ever compare me to small minded criminal kats//

I kill kids on tracks like Dale Earnhart//

Spit on your face and leave your cheekbone with a burn mark//

I was born a genius but I learned to be street smart//

My vacation just started I'm out to the Caribbean//

Swimming in dominican women the colour of cinnamon//

You motherfuckers wish you had the life style I'm living in//



[East coast to west coast and everything stuck in between//

This is dedicated to everybody chasing their dreams//

This ghetto fabulous life really ain't what it seems//

But I'ma make it 'cause I got survival stuck in my genes]

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