I shouldn't have to tell you
I was born
for this rhymes and beats
they put a box by my side
in a crib at 9 weeks
My premature birth sure
shocked the nurse
my flow so tight it made
my Mom's water burst
I thirst for the mic without
it I'm hostile
didn't fuck with no breast
or that baby bottle
I couldn't tolerate lactose
it got me gassed
I walk humble routes on
a narrow path
Shitted on the doctor's
smock admit I was rude
First steps as a child
was filled with attitude
Who woulda knew or known
I'd be that saviour
crowned king of the microphone
throne in Asia
Early on I was good at extortion
took my Mom's womb
hostage to avoid abortion
Bruising her belly always
kicking a rhyme
So eager I spread her beaver
just to get some shine
This is life and death I got no regrets
all the money in the world
can't replace respect
In your core what you live for
I'm never satisfied with what
I got till I get more get yours
get mines I was born to rhyme
and if it come to easy it
leaves in no time
no lie I dictate destiny
If my fate's fucked up
I'm breaking out with the weaponry
They don't understand what
I'm saying I don't get it myself
gobble up these power books
I love the self help cuz
None of yall cats is
looking out for me
Fuck a freestyle
I don't spit shit for free
For a fee I'll give yall an
ill performance
Ten people in the crowd
I'll rock like it's enormous
I'm no novice
I'm a professional artist
Take flights overseas
to expand my market
Lock down distribution
Sam Goody intrusion
Underground mainstream
That issue confusing
All these rappers on cable
I find them amusing
Feed the youth false hope with
a spoon of illusion
Should clog ya asshole
asshole don't push it
shove the same thing you spit
down your throat some bullshit
I serve competition like
Peter Sampras
Leave your lame CD shit
stained like Pampers
This is life and death I got no regrets
all the money in the world
can't replace respect
In your core what you live for
I'm never satisfied with what
I got till I get more get yours
get mines I was born to rhyme
and if it come to easy
it leaves in no time
no lie I dictate destiny
If my fate's fucked up
I'm breaking out with the weaponry
When I die let me rest in peace
invest my bread in the ghetto
let it rise like yeast or like
Lazarus celebrate like Easter
Let my soul on a CD
resurrect in a speaker
A student only tight as his teacher
Every day's palm Sunday
give me dap when I meet ya
Death strikes without
warning even during my seizure
I'ma laugh at the devil
grinning at the grin reaper
Hold it down dolo
won't depend on a feature
Take heed to what
the media feed ya
Reach ya innermost
inhale my ashes
Exorcise your hard drive
I possess my masters
ADATs those DATs them
discs are haunted
wrists flip man these rap
cats rarely want it
In the end my friend
if you truly knew me
Kick this verse at hearse
acapella at my eulogy
This is life and death
I got no regrets
all the money in the world
can't replace respect
In your core what you live for
I'm never satisfied with what
I got till I get more get yours
get mines I was born to rhyme
and if it come to easy
it leaves in no time
no lie I dictate destiny
If my fate's fucked up
I'm breaking out with the weaponry
Get it correct I'd rather be broke
and have a whole lotta respect
Stay true to the art to the end
never put it down my friend
Get it correct I'd rather be broke
and have a whole lotta respect
Stay true to the art no doubt