[Verse]
I said... Hip hop lives yall, its kept in my mic cord
It left yall, coz it admitted it didn't like yours
I write raw, despite yall, critic's & cynic's
It'll take more than a war, to install your sinister visions
(of many divisions, boy) I got ya covered at the stations
Hip Hop not's played, its under constant allegations
Due to, far from credible rappers makin that doo doo
Even if they pushed you, they couldn't even move you
But who knew, when they try combattin the factors
They always fail, coz they all lackin the practice
The fact is, I got em smashed here, in the rap bizz
I dont a**ociate wit em, so I dont attract it
All that bullsh** in ya package, such actin'
So much of that talk, & never enough actions
Evident your backwards, not an actual man
Im rappin wit a plan, to turn yall into acutal fans, so listen...
[End Talk]
I've revived the life of my music
Its never gonna die, as long as you dont abuse it....
Just peep wat we doin... keep it original.. sayin' somethin' and makin' it bumpin'
World cla** music doggie... respecognize, bluh!