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11-97

Playa hatas...clear out the scene like quick

It’s the bal’ head rhymer that shaves with the Bic

Scalp-tight power like Jordan or Vialli

I’m blowin’ up like the Wu and inspectin’ like Rollie – Fingers

Complemented by the best back-up singers

But this is hip-hop so skip the chorus

All ya’ll played out remixes are startin’ to bore us

Sure, your producer makes you sound good

But my sound is raw like Boys from the Hood

I sand it smooth with some eloquent poetry

The Tree of Knowledge – yes, I grow it G

And make sure each branch spreads across the globe

I’m the king of the industry – give me the stately robes

Which hold the seed for a new generation

Don’t recognize that – check my rotation

As far as I’m concerned you can save your pimpology

That’s not for me so check my knowledge please

I’m a true gentleman cuz my moms raised me right

When I make a stand against the trife – I’ll never give up the fight

I’m backed by a side that’s greater than you

I rhyme and flow with hip-hop styles I bring

Cuz haters will do anything they can to tear us down

But I avoid scandals like a halfback avoids tackles for the touchdown

I’m spinning, faking, and stiff arming all opponents

My flow is complex like a mainframe – you can’t comprehend the components

I’m comin’ with the unique sound – like a Harley

I’ll go raggae like the great Bob Marley – in a bye bye bye

Yes I’m white – but forget color and just nod ya head

If you’re racist...then hate me

But you will never avoid your fate G

I’m not into twisting the truth like Vanilla Ice

I’m not a one hit wonder – I’ll come twice, thrice, and many more

If you don’t believe me, you can check any store

My CDs hit the rack and then vanish like quick

And the radio stations rotate each rhyme that I kick

Once upon a time I was an amateur rhyme flipper

But now I’m unstoppable like Jack the Ripper

I’m no killah but you shouldn’t try to push me

Slow to anger...but back up when I go off G

Cuz I’ll blow my top like the volcano Mt. Everest

I do mad damage to punks cuz I’m forever best

I’m the champ, the top contender, and the rookie of the year

I never forget my people, no matter how far they be

I’ll represent and pay respect even if you’re overseas

Dear momma...ya raised me up, never quit for a second

Dad wasn’t always around – gone when the Army beckoned

That’s right...I’ve always been a momma’s boy

That’s right...I’ll always be your lil’ boy

But I had everything I needed and I thank the Lord

For the opportunity to give back through my words

It’s a dream to live my life like this

But don’t think for a minute that it’s been pure bliss

I keep my head in check – so my ego doesn’t break my neck

Rebel to the grain like Inspektah Deck

True to the rhymes I devoured as a child

Loved to hear Mobb Deep, Biggie, and Onyx get wild

It wasn’t about east or west

Rather it was who had the best

Flows and beats – and the princes were Wu-Tang

Couldn’t no one hang – or slang – tracks

Like the Killah Beez when they attacked

I bought every single CD even when I was strapped

For the C.R.E.A.M. – which never ruled my childhood

Love helped me distiguish the bad from the good

Never smoked crack or the marj-u-ana

When I was with my boyz it was like ", what you wanna – do?"

It was just chillin’ with the crew

Or rollin’ down the block to grab some eats

But now my crew’s world famous – you can’t comprehend our feats

We live the luxurious lifestyle – but all the while