That's right  be yourself  yo
 That's right
 Ya got to be yourself  yo
 That's right
 And do your own thing
 Yo  do your own thing

 Yo  I slings from the waist with mines  but I don't waste time
 Once again here to set the new trend
 Whatever the plan  we shakes in all style
 Better check the file  don't change the dial
 You locked in  nigga  we raisin' the stock ten
 Better tell your friends  where it all begins
 Point blank, niggas ain't nothin' but low rank
 The cap-tain lookin at rippin' the ass clean
 The vaccine ain't nothin' but pure medi-cine
 The sure shot niggas should keep they door locked
 Ain't no block hotter than your's? Make sure
 While brothers is waterin' down rhymes stay pure
 One-hundred percent organic, goddammit
 Be doin' my thing until I'm yanked off the planet
 Hard like granite, your stones are zercon(ia)
 Costume, fillin' your lungs with gas fumes

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 Yo, don't change yo' shit because you heard my shit
 Get back in the lab and try to reword shit
 I show you the hands, you get yo' vision blurred wit'
 It's Rasco here to enhance the cash flow
 (Second time through minus 'Yo')

 (Get it off your chest then)
 I got things on my mind, react and rhyme at the same time
 Never comin' close to mine, my stratosphere speaks loud and clear
 The same shit as last year
 Why do niggas change they style and then flip?
 Get a couple fans, some grands, and then slip
 Don't you understand you should stand for yourself,
 to make sure your records don't stand on the shelf?
 Never make songs to please these emcees
 And next time, nigga, I'm charging you five g's
 Four hundred degrees, ice cold deep freeze
 And emcees be thinkin' they the fuckin' Bee Gees
 Sometimes you have to lead a feign to the fame
 To make sure you still stick around in the game
 Sit home and train, circulatin' through the veins
 You outta your brain, you know the goddam name
 The same cat that brought you back to the times
 When niggas was true and did it all for the rhymes
 Now it's all changed, these cats think short range
 Forgettin' the art, they do it all for the chart
 But is he really smart for doin' the same shit,
 that one thousand other motherfuckers came wit'?
 I don't think so, I got coins to invest
 While you clowns are still tryin' to win a contest

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 (Last, but not least)
 Don't use the underground
 For tryin' to shield you and that wackass sound
 I'll still be around, watchin' niggas freestyle
 I came back, I know I've been gone for a while
 I may not be the best, what I be tryin' to stress
 Is how I can make a lot more doin' less
 Peace to the West, I just earned a piece
 I told y'all you shouldn't let the dog of the leash
 Don't bite, especially when you know it ain't right
 And don't drop your songs when you know it ain't tight
 I shines the light, do the best that you can
 You always should have a whole different sideplan
 My thoughts adjust to a different mind frame
 Be exact, no time for the little mind games
 I keeps my feet firmly planted in the street
 To get y'all wit' nothin' but the bonifide heat

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