...the hot rhymes, i have it, girly mc's get they ass kicked
keep the J low like Afleck when i got my brain relaxing
i was raised around the bastards turned to crackheads
where i was the only aspiring highschool graduate
these cats try rappin' it, gotta be true to self before you could be true to rhymes
i visualize, then grasp bars like people doing time
tell the truth so im not used to lyin', you full of shit like a sewage line
they runnin to me like a circus
mc's get nervous when i serve my purpose
rolled my blunt, let______spit while i burn it