I'm yur Fucking Opposite let tha Hunting Cops Assist
u say Somethings Gotta Give like a Coming Stop Ta This
if only I'd Show My Face but I can't I Won't Die Fake
u feel my Flow Vibrate with fact as it Goes By Traced
by tha Hidden Censors that steady control yur Living Center
while Driven Men Work to spy on u cuz their Missons End Yurs
I'm a Vocal Skinny Kid so going Postals In Me Bitch
they leave Folks So Dimly Lit like Global Guniea Pigs
some people are Too Rich to know what tha Truth Is
slandering rap Music and saying our Youth's Sick
tha educated Clueless spreads democracy to a New Risk
what made them Do This money their afraid to Lose It
their digging tha Scholars Grave by taking All Yur Pay
investing in their Faltered Ways as tha Dollars Slave
this business might Pay Me More if I could only drop these audios off at Shady's Door
I stand my ground even on Shaky Floors that rebate still doesn't cover his Crazy War
when I spit tha Fakes Be Tore my school color was purple bud so I have a Hazy Core
as I dig into my Braincells there cool enough to Change Hell so it suites to Rain Well
now I'm not a portrait of my Faint Self on tha Same Shelf remembering how tha Pain Felt
straight up I don't Bang Tha Gun I don't rep a set or claim to be Gangsta Son
I say I'm white And Ya Stunned my lyrics were unbeaten to they Ran Ta One
as an artist tha world in my Skull Differs I love life too much to ever Pull Triggers
I could use cash but I'm not a Gold Digger I'm panoramic I see tha Whole Picture