No way you'll never make it
 Come with the weak shit  I break kids
 Step into my zone  mad rhymes will stifle ya
 Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass
 A lot of rappers be like one time wonders
 Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under
 Their noses  I hate those motherfuckin posers
 But I'm so real to them it's scary
 And with my unique skills nag you can't compare me
 And no we don't make wack tracks
 and all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin real facts
 I represent set up shit like a tent boy
 You're paranoid cause you're my son like Elroy
 And you'd be happy as hell to get a record dal
 Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal
 Verse Two:
 Oh yes I'm greater than all MC's when I breeeze give me room please
 I be like fascinatin when I be updatin
 Cuttin off wack kids, pullin their trump cards
 I thump hard, and mak eem say that I'm God
 Niggaz be pretendin they hardcore
 Never know the meaning of [real hardcore]
 But I get props like a slogan and no man
 Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam
 Lyrically def and connecting complete mic wrecking
 No double checking vocals kill like weapons
 But if I have to I go all out with no mic
 Yeah that's right cause I survived mad fights
 And for my peeps I truly care
 Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here
 And they all know how I feel
 Cause suckers be like playin themselves to have mass appeal
 Verse Three:
 I know I'm dope but don't wet that
 I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin greenbacks
 Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop
 Check one two and you don't stop
 Your head'll bop when I drop my crop
 of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm
 But wild, with my monotone style
 Because I don't need gimmicks
 Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it
 Word is bond I go on and on
 For you it's tragic I got magic like wands
 So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha
 Those who kick dirt and do time I'm gonna get cha
 Cause I be kickin the real
 While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal