[Verse 2] Enter my realm they callin me a savior, of hip-hop Same time niggas who get knocked and callin me for paper The cycle is never ending like my pen against paper In my premises I'm infinite no lyricist is greater Straight up, like coke off the stove get ya weight up My mental strainer separates pure from infiltrator And men who betray us when in danger they scared to face consequences They want live niggas respect but have the heart of women The art is missin' like an ancient civilization it's hard to listen Rap and hip-hop are different I'm a student of tradition A sneaker head who used to pee the bed Now I'm shitting in the beamer lift my heater if my seed ain't fed I seen the streets make a killer outta tj My pj's is said to breed base heads Some people feel relieved when the seen spank dead They even grieve fakes tears knowin it's he they fear I flow with ease over the beat this is me right here No need to be king, to the street I'm here, apparent A maverick in the art of rappin I hold no grudge but palm a gat for those plottin those as if I'mma have it It's not gon happen I'll pop off like a block war and turn a fiend to hardcore addict
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Track 13 from the album Born And Raised released on February 22, 2005.
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