[Verse 1] I should make these raps more personal Talk about this hurt 'till its hurtin' you Make it start burnin' you, like the way we was lynched and burned How you afraid of reaching your turn But sh** ain't no game, n***a this is real life Say how you feel like, when you feel like Me, I feel like Mike on the Flu Game night Realize that the food I ate ain't right Gotta eat cleaner Sean Hyde told me I gotta eat cleaner My brother drive a Bimmer, UH! sh** don't make no sense how I got a team of instruments that was made By a meaner Vision from a man who teams up With the vision of the man who cleans up On the same instrumentals of the man who beams up And cooks wicked fu-fu 'Cause other n***as raps is doo-doo Wrapped in a few dews of Mountain Dew I'm a wise man who climbs mountains too On a Seven-Up tip, game is tied I came back from eight down, game is live Imma bang bangers till I ain't alive When my spirit rise up, n***as bang and ride Teach the black youth how to really bang and ride Don't matter if its, Sixes or Fives Or and A.D.R., bang Three this time Get rid of a negative one, and its you and ya Twelve Disciples Hope you enjoy the maths I write you The n***a Matthew writes too It was Just.A.Pen.And then these.n***as said they was gonna write n***a I was hype When I had raps and these n***as didn't write n***a I was tight, writing every night And I still did the show and, man that sh** was tight All the kids was hype, parents they was tight R.I.P. to Professor P, that man let me bring out the best in me NUFF SAID [Verse 2] Is you listening to the syncopated raps, truth spillover this track! Nigeria still got crude that they can't use, is that why they most black? The hood got no money for education, is that why still they sell crack? Between the rose and the concrete is the dirt that falls between Cracks, plus D. Rose is back Just to show the young youth how to persevere, blood sweat and tears I've had so many fears My engine engineered with so many gears Speed of my feats just rise for hundred years Ruse that they use, dollars versus rubles 'Stead of W.M.D.'s, they got tools of Lauryn Hill album, it won a Grammy 15 years later, I don't have a Grammy And what really s**s is, I don't have a granny to give my Grammy to So you know what I'll do? When I own my first home Imma sign off with the pen she gave me, I'm in my zone This is like LeBron in his prime, with a heapin' scoop of Kobe Treat the n***as who owe me With a dose of the same blood of Dosage, on the Lupe track n***a this is an interlude Exposing what they lump on me, this is "The Interview" And that's what we call crude! [Verse 3] Have I not said enough? Is this not f**ed up? Must I say some more just to get a little love? Just to get a f**in' hug, do I gotta give it up? Time is not forever, I gotta live it up They say One Hundred Years is a really long time But what's reality when its all in ya mind? Trees live to three 'hunna, why not us? Cuttin' down trees and n***as roll they blunts n***a I stunt, choppin on this beat and I'm smokin' this sh** No puff puff pa**, I'm rappin too fast Slurrin' my words, you don't get a Drag- On, the fire I was writin' at age twelve Ya think that with this "piff" I 'woulda made sales Y'all rather me have to make, sales at Zales Some of y'all would've rather me stayed in jail Spiritually, y'all know y'all ain't right Gotta keep my self surrounded by the white light And I grow within my own black light Show my own stains, I can wash them down the drain [Verse 4] Get cleaned, get cleaned What is the next thing, next thing Who is the one, to feel the way I felt as a child n***a? I been had my own wild style I'm O.D.B. before he went crazy I'm O.P.P. before they got lazy Dash of Dame, shades of Dame's dame I'll make sure to leave my bags before I get on a plane f** it, I'll buy my own jumbo jet Get a pilots license, because I get So damn fly, with old a** clothes My spirit is high, because I chose Quality over quantity, in possessions and friends In this life? I be finding the gems Third eye guy, I'm a third eye guy So third eye fly, third eye fly I can be the rock like dolomite Do ya research, I don't overwrite Speak your mind, it's ya voting right Speak your mind, it is a human right Life is not so, black and white All the grey matter, its your inner light Give you insight, and line of sight Keep you in sight, and out of sight Keep you in light, like floodlights Even at midnight like moonlight NUFF SAID