i write for non believers, and those who don’t get it
admit it, the whole fuckin rap game is scripted
i peeped the list for just minute and like the year before
i never so bad just wanted to go to war

write till my wrists r sore i can’t take it any more
i can’t believe there’s still so many record label whores
still being ignored a tiger with no roar
this aint the same music that i used 2 adore

if i can’t do this for kids who need peace
cuz they still flooded with the mentality of the streets
hearing hatred over beats at least give it a chance
and think before askin the next slut 2 dance

what happened 2 romance i mean doin it for love
sixteen years passed this death from above
a buncha wanna be thugs molded by psychos
fuck a tummy tuck shit needs more than lipo
that royce 5’9 flow ‘n’ passion of pac
i wished it come back to us but thats askin alot

time 2 fill the void still have yet to see
since the day i first heard the marshall mathers LP
im asking XV please dont sell out
after K-W-G-B-P comes out

don’t talk about the clout if u clouding our brains
drowned out the doubt this is all that remains
what the fuck is life about its balled and chained
i’m ripping rap’s guts out, leaving ya’ll the remains

zombies with no brains r making me insane
reading XXL and seeing the same thing
fucking mind games being played clowns
a buncha ring-a-ling brothers on a merry go round

if i’m east bound and out i’ll say this
plug yourself out the entire matrix
rap labels aint shit so even if im signed
before the year is up i’ma blow they mind

with my kurt cobain channeling, g’s unravelling
all this fucking bullshit that these blogs keep babbling
still as manaquin im patiently waiting
if it aint happening its mine for the taking
time for awaking its twenty one 2
on my DNA upgrade what about u, fuckin monsters...in my head....