You have no graphs
No concepts no nothing
But then you criticize the rhymes
That I'll be busting
And in the process I can see
That you ain't ready yet
Recording demos and thinking
That you can make me sweat
You got no substance to the lyrics
That you claim you wrote
It doesn't matter how you came
'Cause you'd leave broke
One demo tape one track
Your ego boosted
Who wrote the lyrics
Who put you where you are
Who produced it
You got no skills
No talent no individualism
You got no style no flow
You're out of time and rhythm
I bet you never even held a mic before
That's why you're scared of the stage
When it's time to tour
You never understood the meaning of concept
Lyrics are full of depth and ideas connect
Years of practicing to keep me well
Ahead of competition
Sort of an inner vision keeps me
Focused on my mission
The matter at hand to stand tall expand
Cross the Atlantic and conquer
Each and every land
The United States Japan Australia
Africa Asia Mars Arabia
It took years of heart breaking
Brain digging
Even though times were rough
Rhyme bombs were ticking
Time slipping through
Your finger tips gradually
Everything organized
I leave you paralyzed
'Coz
Stop Think about it for a minute
Now that I'm here your over rated time
On air waves is finished
The truth has finally been accepted
By the listeners
Your rhymes irrelevant
You got a nerve to be dissing us
Soon as we're gone you're missing us
To be accurate
You killing the scene only
For me to resuscitate
It takes time hell of a mind
Hell of a structure
Hell of a composure even down
To the way you touch the
Mic is my only artillery
Lyrics are the ammo and concepts are deadly
But you don't understand
So you criticize
Surprised to see me rise
Jealousy's in your eyes
And you're too busy being disorganize
Dwelling on a next man's style
To build your enterprise
You ain't equipped for this
You need practice
Don't bother react to this
'Cause you don't have a knack for this
Sort of a strategy planning
The way it has to be
So the day I die
I'll be the legendary emcee
Till death does part me
From the art form
I'll be the storm
A life time experience
Without a shadow of doubt
No doubt this is what Hip Hop is about
I'm glad you were here for this
God gave you an ear for this
Rhyme exhibitionist
Pure unadulterated lyricist
A paragraph drawn into graph
Transformed into a song so
I'll have the last laugh
Sheer excellence for tomorrow
You borrow and imitate
But still sound hollow
Then follow from faze
To fashion with passion
City lights are flashing
Real rap swallowed up in rations
You can only dream to write like
I write I might
Ignite confuse and leave
You blinded by the light
'Cause I been working on graphs
Concepts and all of that
Making it difficult for those
Who might try to follow that
Thinking they can handle the pressure
The art combined with heart
Blowing 'em apart ain't nobody fresher
