When i first started rhymin, victories were improbable / Thatz why i was filled with haste and so volitale / Needed a role model, so i started listenin to Mr. Shakur / Tha forefather of lyricizm, who broke tha mold of tha curve / It was enter, Makaveli, and exit Tupac / Listenin to tha fire that he spit, more heated than a cocked glock / Makin hip hop stop, and pay attention to tha wordz that he spoke / Songz filled with heart and emotion, so many lyricz of him were known as quotez / Like an antidote, to tha staleness that tha game had succumed / And there i was, chillin with a pen and a pad / Started writin down all tha experiences that i had / My eyez were mad, at tha tourment and sorrow in which i saw / Like gettin locked up for 12 monthz, and losin my brother in law / There was a brawl, a everlasting battle going on inside / It was more than any muthafukka could visualize / But then i realized, that wordz were power so i studied tha truth / Soon went from bein tha humble victim, to tha one slangin abuse / Tha hatred was induced, into my flowz like a rabid dogg unleashed / Sayin i didnt give a fuck about snitchez or tha fuckin police / I dropped heat with ease, became a battle rapper and started lyin down victimz / Sentencin my foes to eternal havoc, was an absolute conviction / Freestyle battlez become and addiction, But then i began to grow as a credited lyricist / switched my style to stay tru to myself, instead of puttin names on my spirit list / Just look at tha evidence, my record speakz for itsself / 15 wins and 3 losses, still dont need a championship belt / Fuck tha wealth, just write these wordz to get em up off my chest / Cuz writin flowz is tha easiest way for me to handle my stress / I must confess, even though ive developed so much, there is still room to grow / Just tryin to earn money to get me in tha studio / And individual, with tha power to heal tha world / Started from a grain of sand, evolved into a perfectly formed pearl /