Mass hysteria illusion widespread across the world. Riots are reported in
 London and the United Nations is calling for an emergency meeting.

 Verse 1:
 A Yo back in the day I sold hand to hand crack
 Escapin' jail all day to get my money back
 Starving' so bad that my stomach touched my back
 Anywhere that I went yo I didn't know how to act
 Oh his chain is phat
 Fuck that snatch that flash the gat
 When all I really wanted to do was rap (1,2 y'all)
 I've been preparing for this moment for years so step back
 Cla clack take that catch a heart attack
 I am the illest MC on the streets today
 But fans say wack rappers shouldn't come my way
 But I say
 I destroy crews like an AK
 Well OK please explain why you talk this way
 Cause you can sell a million records and be wack (word up)
 You can have mad skills and don't sell jack
 It got my brain racin', heart pacin', fightin' incarceration
 On the Internet in front of the whole nation
 In front of the judge with a grudge and no budge
 And no love
 That's how it is when you a thug
 If push comes to shove I rise above
 And stay dedicated to rap like ghetto love

 Hook
 "Ooh street life there's a thousand parts to play
 Street Life. Until you play your life away ooow"

 Verse 2:
 Me and my peeps on the creep deep like sleep
 Hip in heat in the seat of the jeep
 The more I try to get out the more I realize I can't
 So I roll with the beat and sing the war chant
 The power and the struggle in the concrete jungle
 And the troubles in the rubbles of the brothers on the bubble
 And yeah I heard your story your fuckin' niggas bore me
 On how you goin' out in the blaze of glory
 You ask Joe you sad as John Doe
 You can fool some heads but the real niggas know (word up)
 Niggas try to get on the mic with no skills
 I got one question for you
 How that shit feel?
 You feel you keepin' it real but you fake as a three dollar bill
 My grandmother has more skill
 My man A  put the bug in my ear
 But don't make me open that door and have to go there
 Because...

 Hook

 Verse 3:
 Truethfully I went from havin' nothing to eat
 To eatin' a feast
 I went from chillin' on the streets to livin' in phat suites
 I went from a twenty four hour day crime wave
 To workin' in the studio with E gettin' paid
 And it ain't no mystery people know the history behind me
 And if you don't ask somebody on the street
 But Murray never worry the girls love me very
 Make a hit record quick fast in a hurry
 Total captivation domination with conversation
 That'll be talked about by the younger generation
 Remedial MCs will always implement violence
 That's because they ain't got no talent
 So I suggest you rest and learn about the heart in your chest
 Never the less fuck who's bein' the best
 More small rappers unite for world peace (word up)
 And take back our streets yo

 Hook