sheisty cats that you hang with,
Could set you up and wet you up, nigga,
you play with fire it may hurt you
Or burn you, lessons are blessings
although MC's lace tracks
It doesn't mean behind the scenes
there ain't no dirt to trace back
there ain't nobody to trust
it's got me ready to bust
what I have done up to this point
to help me run the whole joint
Cultivate, multiply, motivate,
You know I be the master of the who,
some chumps'll wanna dull ya
Always selfish, jealous punks,
Down, just like some shellfish
'Cause they love it, to see
your ass squirm like a worm
But just as you'll receive
therefore I cannot dispute
Sometimes you gotta dig deep,
Don't fear, things get severe
Seems that life is just a constant war
The situation that I'm facin'
To think such problems can arise
from minor confrontations
Dark clouds over my head,
Don't even feel like drinking,
The anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, I've been through
a whole lot of other shit before
So I oughta be able to with
my eyes are turnin' red, and yo
I'm ready to lose my mind,
but instead I use my mind
and take the bullets out my nine
was that I'm too dam n kind
And now some scandalous motherfuckers
But they can't take the respect that
I've earned in my lifetime
And you know they'll never stop
the furious force of my rhymes
So like they say, every dog has its day
God works in a mysterious way
is pointed at your weak-ass heart
Now if I pull the trigger,
on these fully loaded lines
You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine,
Crack the spines of the fake gangsters
Yeah, the bitin'-triflin' niggas, niggas,
and the studio pranksters
Yo, lookin' at the situation plainly,
Or will you be looked upon strangely?
I reign as the articulator, with
Re volvin' on the TASCAM much
While others struggle to juggle
I explore more, to expose the core
A lot of emcees act stupid to me
And we have yet to see if they can
But anyway, it's just another day
Another fake jack I slay with my
Styles, smooth but rugged,
you can't push or shove it
You dig it and you dug it 'cause
Righteously violent prone,
my words bring winds like cyclones
blockin' out your sunlight
Your image and your business
were truly not done right
Throw up your He Allah Now
there's no security to save ya
No pager, no celly, no drop-top Benzy
I came to bring your phony
My art of war will leave you
