Now, I know the truth hurts

And at first you don't succeed then try again

But if it wasn't meant to be, then please put down the pen

Without ease I clown these men because I wouldn't want to hurt them

But choose another area more suitable to work in

If you can't foot the bill, then step in other direction

Don't live this illusion, accept and make corrections

Selection isn't limited, someone had to invented it

There's infinite paths to choose, why crews confuse down the wrong one?

You'll regret it in the long run, you can talk a gang of rap but if you never get no songs done

It's pointless and I point this out so you can know

A pre-written rhyme at an open mic isn't rippin a show

I don't just flow, I'm part of 'em

My lifestyle and artist on a full time trek, through hip-hop and effect

That's what I am, and i know thats cliché to say but damn

When I wake up, I've got rhymes jumping from my diaphragm

You lie and scam to convince, but since, your tactics are unsportsmanlike your playing constant defense

And we sense your confidence level, you meddle with the pen on weekends

Your just a part-time rap pebble

And I'm a stone, rock hard to the bone

I dont condone, incompetent, half ass non prominent moves

I soothed souls, man I rolled with the Legends

Music fills my bloodstream, it's almost '97 and you just started?

That's not allowed, don't crowd my area

Start sharing yours with the scores, of others trying to bury the meaning

I'm fiending for more, staying true is not a chore, Think about it Twice before you step foot through the door

Need to quit