Aiyyo, what the F**K is this sh*t that y'all are listenin to

nowadays on the radio man? You call that sh*t hip-hop?

THAT'S SOME FAGGOT B**CH SH*T Y'ALL ARE LISTENIN TO!

All you DJ's are lettin the program directors handcuff you

and sit there and tell you how to mix?! YOU F**KIN ROBOTS!

F**K Y'ALL!!!

Real talk, serious thoughts

True and livin with a youthful vengeance, yo

At times I feel like my back's against the wall

And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all

I stand my ground, that's what I was taught

While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort

In the midst of war, I find peace within

Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in

The mind is a terrible thing to waste

I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate

Of course I want money, but I won't compromise

Y'all don't realize, think I won't bomb you guys?

With the truth ni**a, stop misleadin the youth ni**a

Too many wakes and funerals, that's the proof ni**a

Our hood's in danger, kids need guidance

You keep lyin, still the young keep dyin

As I walk through the valley I fear none, yes I'm the chairman

Here with my ni**a Premier son

And we came to change the game

We represent the pain that's real talk, what's y'all claim to fame?

Rappers simply tracin flows and chasin hoes

Frontin mad hard, that sh*t's amazin yo

Producers makin Tinkerbell beats for them to rhyme on

Their a** if they get on the same stage that I'm on

Our sh*t be rugged, like the New York streets

Make the wrong move stupid then you lose your seat

Cats be buyin up SoundScans to beef up sales

Niggaz wanna crossover, wanna be upscale

F**k that, that ain't hip-hop, that's somethin else

You're better off back on the ave doin somethin else

All you suckers claimin that you are, thug or gangsta

You disrespect the game by dry-snitchin you prankster

I thank y'all for makin more room for us, uhh

Ashes to dust you wonder who's to trust

My sense of self, and my mental health

is much more powerful, than any hint of wealth

A lot of niggaz get cash, and collect Mercedes

But neglect their ladies, and forget their babies

Then the chicks turn and act like dudes

Cause they reflect our light, so yo act right fool

And this is just a piece of my mind, a thesis of mine

I'ma make moves and I'ma leave you behind

At times I feel like my back's against the wall

And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all

I stand my ground, that's what I was taught

While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort

In the midst of war, I find peace within

Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in

The mind is a terrible thing to waste

I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate