'Bout time they admit that this city's mine

Murder tracks take the rap, P.Diddy - Shyne

Far from cocky play it smoother than Jimmy Bond

Double O life these dudes ain't got no nikes

They checkless, wreckless, rhyme till I'm breathless

Challenge em and blow ya candles out

Thats your death wish

Pancake, couple beats, emcees who think it's sweet

Thats the check list when they ask "what's for breakfast?"

Hate it or love it, but learn to respect it

Either do a bid or do it big like a Texan

Move methodical I swear that I could teach em lessons

Them forty-eight laws internalized in my methods, check it!

Philly's in the pocket, not it's time to switch it up

See enough is not a feast dog, it's just enough

I want it all though, i ain't selfish understand my family matters, even look out for Waldo

They been searching for a sound like this

"he from Philly how he sound like this?"

Thats cause they sound like shit

Them pounds they grip and rounds they spit

I'm cut from a different cloth the underground my flip, if i switched

Chill still keep it iller than most

Chopped it up with mad legends, swear the illest was Mos and I quote:

"Moody, don't become a slave to this music, the deadliest weapon could be your brain if you used it ... properly"

Man I swear them words got to me. Gems from the old heads it really means a lot to me

See I'm trying build, so my prophecy's Monopoly

What they spits a mockery it's not hip-hop to me

Focused on the beef? well my binocs is on the broccoli

Eyes on the green if you ain't see what I mean

You see what I mean is what I say, say what they don't want to say

Weak MC's get eaten up, invite em in, one a day

Just some random lines from my book of rhymes

So intricate how it came together it took some time

Now your watch is missing. educated rapper that make your block listen clocks ticking like a botched mission

The wire tripped this whole shit is set to blow up

The DJ show me love, i feel like nino when i show up, hold up

Regain my breath, never waste a step, this game is rigged I'm placing bets with the replacement refs

No destination met, so they feel he weak

Man they don't know about them detours in these Philly streets

Them cold nights on the bus-stops you have to stand

Packed venues but them fans is half your fam

Stuck in a traffic jam, feeling like half a man, living in my pops basement

And every time I climb them stairs he stares and ask me if I have a plan

So to see this come together he's a happy man

Philly's mine time to make moms proud of me

For years this city tried dodging me, like the gallery

Like "chill can't spit" i wish i would have known first

Before I put a dollar sign to what these words worth

Words hurt, sticks and stones could break bones

They wasn't fucking with the kid now they all a bunch of perverts

Motivate, cause I innovate

Never reiterate, any of these lines that my pen a state

Eyes on a Penn estate, Philly till the death of me

Land of one way streets, just worrying bout what's left of me

The recipe is to give them all that is left of me, a lyricist, nothing less than you'd expect of me

Effortlessly, treat it like a layup

The God told me "smell each rose on my way up"

I'm on my way up. have my spot ready

Let that ride out Joe