Im going off real on this track
But most of you would stab your chick in the back
How would you expect people to be loyal
When you pull sh** like that?
No wonder 90 percent of these acts are wack
I used to hear YMCMB (your mad because marshalls better)
And think, (oh this sh** is nice)
A few good songs ain't worth the price
Cuz the rest are sh**ty and there making it with strife
But my minds (r)evolving like drill bits so screw it
I intend to speak the truth but most of you can't chew it
Win it or lose it
Most of my heros rest in Vahalla
It'll be a sad day
When technique takes his seat
Cuz of the truth he speaks over the beat
The cultures healthhealth started to end
When pac was shot dead
On september the seventh
To me, getting on the radio is easy:
sh**ty pop beats, no talent
Its no coincidence I just discribed weezy
But oddly enough I do more than just complain
Because what i seek to maintain
Is hip hops underground culture
Cuz I prey on these wack acts like a vulture
And thank you, those that comprehend
Real music is what im trying to defend