He said: "I write what I see Write to make it right, don't like where I be I'd like to make it like the sights on TV Quite the great life, so nice and easy" See: now you can still die from that But it's better than not being alive from straps Agreed, a Mead notebook and a Bic That click when it's pushed and a wack-a** beat That's a track that's weak that he got last week Cause everybody in the stu' was like: "That's that heat!" A ba**-heavy medley with a sample from the 70s With a screwed-up hook that went "stack that cheese" Something something something, "stack that cheese" Mother, sister, cousin, "stack that cheese" He couldn't think of nothin', "stack that cheese" He turns down the beat, writer's block impedes Crying from the next room, a baby in need Of some Pampers and some food and place to sleep That plus a black Cadillac on Ds Is what keep him on track to be a great MC One you never heard of, I Push it hard to further the Grind, might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop you saved my life Reps North-side, so he rocks them braids 1100 friends on his Myspace page "Stack That Cheese" got 700 plays Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay Open mic champ 2 weeks in a row Ex d-Boy with a b-boy flow Glow like Leroy, you should see the boy go Got a daddy serving life and a brother on the Row Best homie in the grave, tatted up while in the cage Minute Maid got his momma working like a slave Down baby-momma, who he really had to honor Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda to Drive up to Dallas, went to open up for amateurs Let him keep a debit card so he could put gas in it Told her when he get on he gon' take her to the Galleria And buy everything but the mannequins, ya dig? One you never heard of, I Push it hard to further the Grind, might feel like murder, but Hip-Hop you saved my life