[Chorus: x2]

If I can't change the people around me

I change the people around me



Some don't know was'up

Shit iz jus fucked up

They don't know what's next

Generation Wrekked



[Verse 1:]

See I'm hangin in like Sam Sever

To all you Johnny come latelys

Who didn't recognize how great and

Clever some of those rhymes be

Think quick

Been flowin over domes

Mad vocab to silly crabs

Before Metaphors be passin

Your ass like taxi cabs

Hit my toll free number

To hear bombs I dropped

1 800 7654321

You don't stop

I need my noize like Patrick & Barkley need rings

Like Griffey gets swings

1st time rhymes played me off like Sacramento Kings

3-6 for the 9-6 1 move my rhymers with the times

Wit no crimes or pantomime

No great pretender spenders

20 years got mad tears leavin tears in they beers

From the rear old school getting theirs

You getting scared

It is on & on and 3 steps ahead

Hot topics shock in the house

Fulla heads

Getting burned while you learn on a hospital bed

Madd kids never checkin for what I said

Jack be quick

Jack be nimble on the brain

I'm stay'n simple

But the sound remains insane

Same mad pain no gain getting getto on the table

No stories no fables relax I'm cinemax to the blacks

No cable

Round & round here I go

Putting this sound down

But some a y'all got fears and scared to get

Down



[Chorus: x2]

If I can't change the people around me

I change the people around me



Some don't know was'up

Shit iz jus fucked up

They don't know what's next

Generation Wrekked



Some don't know was'up

Shit iz jus fucked up

They don't know what's next

Generation Wreckked



[Verse 2:]

Now I'm the one who flew over the Cuckoo's nest & tested

And wasn't ever bullet proof vested

Resurrection of the one man vocal section

Spirit in your dark ass direction

For your mind body and soul protection

Reality checks keep it real

Bring in real checks

On & off the road been through

1100 sondchecks

Those influenced under the influence

Getting mad hits from truants

Dazed & confused hangin wit crews

Who livin blues

A million doomed consumers

Who say they know they black

Threw they medallions back

In exchange for 40 dozen six packs

Born under a terrible sign in 1969 comin

Blind

Livin inside hard ass times

Getting kicks offa wack karate flicks

He kills but gots no fightin skillz

It's getting ill so many funerals

Stylin now its gold plated medallions

I didn't know under fros

We got so many black Italians



[Chorus: x2]

If I can't change the people around me

I change the people around me



Some don't know was'up

Shit iz jus fucked up

They don't know what's next

Generation Wrekked



Some don't know was'up

Shit iz jus fucked up

They don't know what's next

Generation Wreckked



Some don't know was'up

Shit iz jus fucked up

They don't know what's next

Generation Wreckked



Some don't know was'up

Shit iz jus fucked up

They don't know what's next

Generation Wreckked