I get up in here and I flow first
Got six three five seven rounds but one will make your head burst
And what's worse — you're not even capable
If I run outta rounds I'll grab a tool box and staple ya
You're a base head, B, I'm a lyrical animal
Catch the lyrics out your throat then rip in like a cannibal
Yeah, I'm eating flesh raw, I'll throw up somethin to test y'all
Step up to this here rap battle
Or are you a snitch bitch rat and a tattle
I'll never see eye / to eye / with a CI
A rat is a rodent is a cheese eating mammal
I remember back in school
I wasn't cool
But what I was was a redneck gun thug in flannel
Round back in '99 when Purdue came out
with the O.G. O.C. blue 8 0 it was lights out
Run up behind a CVS, clip the phone lines flip the breaker
Run up inside with a flashlight a four five and take ya
pick of the pharmies that the store was holdin for ya
then shit was a joke flash your piece they was foldin to ya
Like you held a trump card that's made out of lead
Twenty thirty a job and that was mine till the Dead
Went back on the road in 0-4, I was graduatin college
But in my mind's eye all I saw was criminal knowledge
Less than a year later's when I bought my first gram
radio opaque vac pac letter from Rotterdam
And that's when the west coast began to know who I am
They said my shit wasn't shit and headiness flows east
Peace and love was the trope till I had to choke throats
Mean while the whole crew started to smoke hard and bang dope
Mini fourteen and a Mossberg in the tour truck undercarriage
Have your parents send a funeral wreath before flowers to your marriage
Message received, peace, West, East, we were relieved
And shit went well, so well that I laid low
Had enough stacks that I decided to go
Straight, further my education, but —
While on vacation still selling elation
By the gram pack print strip or hit
Had kids on every level and my shit was always lit
While I chilled back stage or in a luxury hotel
No tents, beyond that, beyond meeting in motels
Beyond guns, beyond thuggin, beyond all that bullshit
It became abstract, it became all profit
I graduated, passed boards, internship
And then don't you know got dragged back by the bullshit
First the next group of stick up kids came and relieved me
Of so much cash and product,.numbers you wouldn't believe me
And then like plague behind war came L-E
Scooped up all of my L-Ts and but left me
I thanked God I was free but was wholly alone
Just my straight job, some cash and a burner phone
So I moved down to the city, without a single friend
And that's where the next chapter is set to begin
On the bus down state with all that belonged to me
Head full of acid, ears of Dead, dreaming manic ontology
Got hooked up early with a mad professor who was creating in lab
Got hooked in early to the scene limos models shit's fly — fab
By then the first gen was already off of the net
Regards to the bees the clean the whole set
We was on some new shit now, drugs were obscurantic
But I was still running kids at shows for sick dough like frantic
Shout out to the deemster teamsters, we delivered it east
And shout out to club A, real recognize real, Eddie's a beast
It was prop nine time and mathematics was changin
Like factories going down we outsourced to the Asians
And one life to live free if you dig me but soon again knock, knock, it's LE
The goon squad back to snatch up my professor
He claimed what was his yeah, a confessor
But no snitch so I stayed under the radar
Though I wasn't out of the monsters maw by far
Woke up more than once to a raid or an invasion
Got zip tied, hooded, mock executed and then some
Realized this city shit it might not be for me
It was turn State's, go home, or become unfree
So I packed a bag and went home to this chick I'd known
Savvy, smart and like me with a business that's grown
But keeping up appearances was killing my profits
Stop, said the voice behind me head like deaths prophets
We had a few good runs, yeah, me and the new crew
But we ran with some foul motherfuckers who violate you …