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