I'm trying to change this music my nizzle

It's official I'm tired of hearing heaters that whistle and sizzle when gangstas pull out they pistols

I'm like money trying to get in the middle and settle the difference

Cuz too many rappers is tripping don't nobody wanna listen

Plus I'm tired of all the cussing and cursing

So I started rehearsing working on converting a better version

For every person that's hurting lurking searching for life's purpose

Feeling suicidal and worthless but you ain't certain

If you ready to die and leave this earth's surface then cross over

And see what's on the side of this life's curtain

Call 44770,-419)me the Moses of rap taking it back to tha 46910,-149)days when this artifact

Wasn't bout the woman and gats

I'm sick of this rap matter a fact

How many more women you find to pimp and gangstas we gonna cap

We murdered 54870,-599)them all Pac and Biggie there ain't here anymore

Better do 57650,-139)something sound the trumpet cuz' I'm goin to war

To all the playas popping off at the lip oh

Fronting the street game like you a pimp no

Ya coming up but going 65690,-299)down wit tha ship bro

Ya better let that thang go

And all tha ladies that be shaking they hips oh

Up in tha strip clubs stacking em chips no

Top of tha world but you down in tha pits ma

Ya better let that thang go

It's the Nicaraguan son of Big Pun who flip tongs

On kick drums and leave rappers like victims from big guns

Better panic cuz I'm charismatic and automatic

When it comes to this phonographic magic I gotta have it

Like an addict I'm the magnet pulling these Asiatic and Hispanics bandits

To make em put down tha cannons I'm standing for unity in rural communities

Filled with darkness and cruelty where men get woman paid off of nudity

It's soon to be all over I crossover barriers of hate and racism plus I bring the Cross over

I'm out to change all the images in our villages and all the religious criticisms from church citizens

Always pointing judging shrugging ya shoulders 110810,-29)at the adulterers fornicators and cobras

But never question our culture Biggie prophesied ready to die

50 took 5 and got rich and Pac's mamma still crying

To all the playas popping off at the lip oh

Fronting the street game like you a pimp no

Ya coming up but going down wit tha ship bro

Ya better let that thang go

And all tha ladies that be shaking they hips oh

Up in tha strip clubs stacking em chips no

Top of tha world but you down in tha pits ma

Ya better let that thang go

Suckas surfing the internet trying to find kids for s*x and placing bets

Credit card fraud is next they write them checks for chicks on em porno flicks

When they shake they hips sick wit them chain and whips it gets

Even worse truth hurts don't be mad at me I ain't the one getting paid enhancing they anatomy

And gradually they rotten out like bad cavities then periodically prostituting and armed robberies

This how we raise the little children of America to grow up and be criminal rapist and bomb terrorist

From the second they're born innocent but torn

Between these 2 worlds fighting for souls like tug a war

Who's keeping score got juveniles in the morgue while killas winning awards

And steady and praising the Lord they cheer and roar

Ego tripping has gotta stop gotta shine and rhyme in his name instead of hip-hop

To all the playas popping off at the lip oh

Fronting the street game like you a pimp no

Ya coming up but going down wit tha ship bro

Ya better let that thang go

And all tha ladies that be shaking they hips oh

Up in tha strip clubs stacking em chips no

Top of tha world but you down in tha pits ma

Ya better let that thang go