On The West Coast we untouchable like Eliot Ness Spitting to impress record exec's/
on the microphone i'm blessed always aspiring to be the best saying what i want to say fuck a consequence/
Aint no mack but i need money like Goldie i got long jevity in the game turning these hits into oldies/
Never let a label control me ask russell simmons i belong on def poetry teaching things for a eternity/
If the rap game was the matrix i'd be Neo The One see me and run another sequal that stuns/
in my regal probably smoked a ton is there a equal in the booth...no theres none/
top prospect like Lebron got you bumping my cuts when you gone watch me rise to the top like the suns dawn/
wheres my lighter so i can get higher off the cron hitting it long fuck a bong if i got a swisher fuck tipper/
gore oh yeah and fuck Bill O'Reily you hate on the people that your government system creates/
these sharp tracks scar ya face when i start to conjagate spreading my siccness faster then SARS/
sampling pianos strings and guitars lacing wisdom into minds with every bar...two made men like Gotti and Capone/
dropping lyrics to leave ya dome blown and aint even that well known dwelling on the corner like Tyrone/
Tacoma to Seattle we saying things to rattle ya head starting scandols like some vandals/
you can call this verse a weapon of mass destruction coming soon in mass production showing kuruption/
with this Crack -U- Function attacking like a virus so call me West Nile...A white-boy wanting fame but it aint eight mile/
I got my own style going through trials and tribulations aint to many reasons to smile...just lost my pops/
and i'm always getting questioned by fucking cops...is it my fault i grew up in a place called hard knock just a ghetto poet like tupac/
been called a slacker even a cracker...tormented but i keep on keepin on plus i heard the industry is punks chumps hating cause i'm a playa/
crushing rapping perpatrators my lyrics are the rap games rejuvenator feel my nature rise...feeling peoples dispise sensing
the hate in ya eyes/
but i still give it to ya like G-Nut bout to blow up just call me Eric Rudolph...still genocide world-wide like its run by a jew named adolf/
enemys got me sleeping with my sawed off...worried about the evil that men do want my head cut clean off like a ginsu/
if you could only see the shit that i've been through...never knew who had my back and was true some one always snitchin to
the boys in blue/
pac said dont go to sleep so i never blink cause someone might be trying to creep...bringing hell for a hustla/
wanna spread my blood like mustard...doing me in like general custer when disaster strikes i'm there like busta/
with rhymes in these rap wars suckas be asking for amnesty...the fact i havent been discovered still baffels me to them a white boy who can rap is a abnormality/
a fatality is all a rapper in front of me is why you think they call me suspect cause i'm turning fools into ghosts...from both coasts...my shits hot known to roast/
we got it on lock from tac town to elloit bay asking for fame when i pray maybe some brighter days when the sky is all gray just trying to do it my own way i'll never stop rapping even if my lyrics never pay/
on the microphone i'm blessed always aspiring to be the best saying what i want to say fuck a consequence/
Aint no mack but i need money like Goldie i got long jevity in the game turning these hits into oldies/
Never let a label control me ask russell simmons i belong on def poetry teaching things for a eternity/
If the rap game was the matrix i'd be Neo The One see me and run another sequal that stuns/
in my regal probably smoked a ton is there a equal in the booth...no theres none/
top prospect like Lebron got you bumping my cuts when you gone watch me rise to the top like the suns dawn/
wheres my lighter so i can get higher off the cron hitting it long fuck a bong if i got a swisher fuck tipper/
gore oh yeah and fuck Bill O'Reily you hate on the people that your government system creates/
these sharp tracks scar ya face when i start to conjagate spreading my siccness faster then SARS/
sampling pianos strings and guitars lacing wisdom into minds with every bar...two made men like Gotti and Capone/
dropping lyrics to leave ya dome blown and aint even that well known dwelling on the corner like Tyrone/
Tacoma to Seattle we saying things to rattle ya head starting scandols like some vandals/
you can call this verse a weapon of mass destruction coming soon in mass production showing kuruption/
with this Crack -U- Function attacking like a virus so call me West Nile...A white-boy wanting fame but it aint eight mile/
I got my own style going through trials and tribulations aint to many reasons to smile...just lost my pops/
and i'm always getting questioned by fucking cops...is it my fault i grew up in a place called hard knock just a ghetto poet like tupac/
been called a slacker even a cracker...tormented but i keep on keepin on plus i heard the industry is punks chumps hating cause i'm a playa/
crushing rapping perpatrators my lyrics are the rap games rejuvenator feel my nature rise...feeling peoples dispise sensing
the hate in ya eyes/
but i still give it to ya like G-Nut bout to blow up just call me Eric Rudolph...still genocide world-wide like its run by a jew named adolf/
enemys got me sleeping with my sawed off...worried about the evil that men do want my head cut clean off like a ginsu/
if you could only see the shit that i've been through...never knew who had my back and was true some one always snitchin to
the boys in blue/
pac said dont go to sleep so i never blink cause someone might be trying to creep...bringing hell for a hustla/
wanna spread my blood like mustard...doing me in like general custer when disaster strikes i'm there like busta/
with rhymes in these rap wars suckas be asking for amnesty...the fact i havent been discovered still baffels me to them a white boy who can rap is a abnormality/
a fatality is all a rapper in front of me is why you think they call me suspect cause i'm turning fools into ghosts...from both coasts...my shits hot known to roast/
we got it on lock from tac town to elloit bay asking for fame when i pray maybe some brighter days when the sky is all gray just trying to do it my own way i'll never stop rapping even if my lyrics never pay/
