Im from a real hood,
where teenagers can handle the kick back on a soul clap. And if they soot first, then we shoot back.
Picture that, grown black men with enterprises,
tappin into each and every market with merchandise.
Moviestar, Credit cards, tennis shoes, & Candy Bars.
They done let me touch the paper, fuck being a rap star
Or Mr. Baking soda, cook a pot and then kick it off
Faster then th total death count in the holocost.
Its been a long time coming, but I couldnt force it
Music is a bond, and these rappers have divorced it
Accumulating math, I developed my craft,
And im the Best one here, casue my first mind pasted.
You ass, and you better gt your style right,
fucking with a god might put you in a position you dont like,
Street hype, spotlight, All I need is one mic
To put you broke rappers, in the freezer like a klondike.http://bulletin.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=bu
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