Yo, I came a long way (belive that!)
But still know where I started from and where this art is comin'from
The masters of ceremony
Rule or cry! Do or die! For the microphone
And I was able to speak but not able to hold a mic
Was able rhyme, not able to speak them lines right
But I waited for the day until the time was right
I wrote all night until then I kept it quiet. (shhh)
There still too many talented mc's unsigned, too many untalented muthafukkers on my mind
I get angry when a rookie steps up
With words that don't make sense
Tellin'me to get up like this
(You wanna battle? You wanna go against me?
I'm the best around as you can see)
Oh, can't you see that this is me? (this is real!)
Oh, can't you feel that this is real?
First, pay dues to the old school and
Respect the veterans or you will never be better than the average rapper take a look
Just because you can write doesn't mean that you can use a blakkbook (did you hear me?)
(But you love guitars) but I'm true to the game!
(What you do this for?) yo, I do it for the fame!
(Yo, I got mo'cash than you!) than give me all you can!
But if you're broke, ask juvinille (you understand?)
I don't roll a benz I got a v-dove
And all you hiphops get all my love
Without you I wouldn't be here (remember that?)
If not, chekk the song called Alina
I don't want to disrespect
Don't blame me if you miss respect
I just wanted to make one thing clear (say what?)
My love for hiphop is the reason, why brasko's still here
Traditional mc-metaphors, is what I use
And why I'm gettin'applause
It's not about videos, bitches or cars
It's about understanding, so keep your creditcard
Shhh
Oh, can't you see that this is me?
Namebelts, kangols, blokkparties and all that
Oh, can't you feel that this is real?
Spraycans, fatcaps, wholecars — forever!
Oh, can't you see that this is me?
Uprokk, bakkflips, headspins and sixsteps
Oh, can't you feel that this is real?
Shelltoes and our laces were fat!
