(Verse)
These days rappers don't make sense, they come a dime a dozen
phoney as a 3 dollar bill, and they ammount to nothin
but i give you a penny for my thoughts and stand above em
and you can bet your bottom dollar there will never be another-
like me to add my 2 cents in the game, i gotta change the course
and if you don't believe in me you're bettin on the wrong horse
i saddle up for battle, i come runnin outta the gates
ready to stir up emotions, unstable, ready to break
Can't tame me, i'm derranged, off the range
wild like a mustang - i got my foot on the gas
fire up the tail-pipe, these other rappers blowin smoke up your ass
no leg to stand on, and you gotta get it in your head-
stomach the truth that i speak with these rhymes i spread
like butter on bread, and this is just food for thought
but why should i settle on the farm when i can take over new land?
what i mean is, why stay in one spot if i can expand
grow to be better and instead of letting the haters kill me
and hear em say what i won't, i show the world what i will be
let me get into your nervous system an d make sure you feel me
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