It’s been about six years since I’ve touched this beat
Way before I had to cut the sleeves
Just a hungry younger me that was punching trees
Every time he felt something leave

And then he’d bark at it, It’s a dog habit
I hunt to feed. They ain’t strong enough amongst this breed
Every single individual living under the sun can see
Even the Titantic was easily sunk at sea

And that’s the tip of it, the wickedest companies
Have rushed this scene and left it all crushed with ease
Now they’re getting gassed up liked it’s pumped for free
‘cause a monkey only does what a monkey sees

And it’s a circus act I’ve asserted that is a certain fact
Turning back on what rap lacks into luxuries
Strapped like what turns slacks into dungarees comfortably
While they extract what’ll come from genes

Of these wack herbs served in a fucking scheme
With every lil “skurt skurt” that they want to scream
I want to see this verse hurt what they’ve come to dream!
And drag it through the earth’s dirt while it’s under siege

Underneath til the first surface is of defeat!
Trust it, please! I’m the worst person to come between
This everything a one out of one should be
Adjusting reach to the peak where all substance meets

Rust and grease touching streets I am just machine!
Take a stab at it, Not everything that’s punctured bleeds!
This is like a summer breeze flowing right through your lungs to breathe
As I give this life to the one’s in need!

Now I’m cleaning up the stains that corruption leaves
As I stomach all the pain like a ruptured spleen!
Cause the passion’s a part of my name
But you ain’t got to be a part of the game just to know what this means!

Yeah, ‘cause it’s that feeling inside
That you get when you’re willing to die
I admit, that it’s still in my mind
On every trip, that I’m willing to drive
It’s just the risk that I’m giving a try

To make changes, sick of seeing the same faces
So fuck being broke with minimum paid wages
I’m anxious like the rise in the pulse
Of Eric Wright before the final results of his AIDS test

I made stress the reason to succeed
Sometimes I don’t know what to believe
Before they could judge me, I thought to be KING
You’d need a Queen, but ain’t a woman there that could love me

So I don’t even really give a fuck about that intimate shit
I mean that from the tip of this dick
With a flick of the wrist to the click of the tick from the minutes that shift
You know what time it is anytime that you listen to this

I’m the reason that they have hope, I’m the reason that they grabbed rope
When I started squeezing for that last pull!
Dragging them high, no matter if I happened to cry
Over the suffering I've gathered inside

I’ve had enough of it, this but a passionate climb
To the end the mumbling, I'm first rapper alive
To accept responsibility on this industry
Marching for this cause with the authenticity

In our avant-garde armed force of military!
The marksmen in your vicinity
I’m targeting all you silly queefs arguing with the chief
About who the hottest in the streets

With more bombs dropped on top than what’s rocked the middle east
I’m stopping you artists with at least
Enough to bring back the love and the need for raw talent
That lean in your body only means you off balance

And ought to get your system clean of the antihistamines
That all you n***as sip and drink!
They pull strings, only when attached to tampax
Ask ‘em for bars, all they have is xanax

So give the drugs up, n***a what the fuck’s up
With this business and it’s specific interest in dumb fucks?!
They be like, "What you hating for?
Don’t be another Joe Budden n***a, hate is wrong!"

But I never let‘em break my form
‘Cause my strength’s in the weakness that they think that I’m over compensating for
No matter the mission given, I’m on it regardless
I’ll be smooth sailing through the hardships!