NOTE: Originally created in 2006. Originally released in 2007.
"Speaking in tongues, about what you did but you never done it Admit you bit it ‘cause the next man gained platinum behind it I find it ironic, so I researched and analyzed Most write about stuff they fantasized I'm fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clips And glocks getting’ cocked, and wax not being flipped It's the same old; same old just strain it from the anal The contact, is not complexed or vexed So why you puhsing it? Why you lying for? I know where you live I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid Your persona's drama that you acquired in high school in acting class Your whole aura is plexi-glass What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park That's a lie, you was in church with your moms See I know yo slow your roll, give a good to go Guys be lacking in this thing called rapping just for dough Of course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uh I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect It's the principal of it, I get a rush when I bust some dope lines oral, that maybe somebody you’ll quote That's what I consider real, in this field of music Instead of putting brain cells to work they abuse it Non-conceptual, non-exceptional Everybody's either crime-related or sexual I'm here to make a difference, besides all the riffin’ The traps are not sticking, rappers stop flipping For those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel . . . --