[Verse 1]
Now, I know the truth hurts
And at first you don't succeed then try again
But if it wasn't meant to be, please put down the pen
Without ease I clown these men because I wouldn't want to hurt them
But choose another area more suitable to work in
If you can't foot the bill, then step in other direction
Don't live this illusion, accept and make corrections
Selection isn't limited, someone had to invented it
There's infinite paths to choose, why crews confuse down the wrong one?
You'll regret it in the long run, you can talk a gang of rap but if you never get no songs done
It's pointless and I point this out so you can know
A pre-written rhyme at an open mic isn't rippin a show
I don't just flow, I'm part of 'em
My lifestyle and artist on a full time trek, through hip-hop and effect
That's what I am, and i know thats cliché to say but damn
When I wake up, I've got rhymes jumping from my diaphragm
You lie and scam to convince, but since, your tactics are unsportsmanlike your playing constant defense
And we sense your confidence level, you meddle with the pen on weekends
Your just a part-time rap pebble
And I'm a stone, rock hard to the bone
I dont condone, incompetent, half a** non prominent moves
I soothed souls, man I rolled with the Legends
Music fills my bloodstream, it's almost '97 and you just started?
That's not allowed, don't crowd my area
Start sharing yours with the scores, of others trying to bury the meaning
I'm fiending for more, staying true is not a chore, Think about it Twice before you step foot through the door
Need to quit
[Funny two minute talking outro about Bay Area rappers]