[Hell Razah:]
I was taught when you hustle stack money for bail
And you can tell who's a flop by their first week's sales
So I move on the streets what you do in a week
Underneath all that makeup all these niggas is sweet
I'm the next Carmelo out in New York ghetto
Too many artists out there now that's not thorough
Where it if the shoes fits
I produce hits of poetry for acoustics
It's like the game is a pool stick
The white ball got us blackballed
With eight balls in the corner pockets
Under the tables of the labels