| If you got bars you can spit |
| Come and get of piece of this. Young guns thinking that they tough |
| We calling out your bluff on this one. Six guns |
| Cock back the hammer and we hit you with six tons |
| Mentally and verbally, luckily |
| I’m tired of the frauds, the fakes, the phonies and the fuckeries |
| In videos they gangsters with guns with red lasers |
| But soft on the streets so I applied Occam’s Razor |
| I got burned by Char! i smel! Villa |
| R u r rac? a Ram? i rezone |
| Aim and I shoot like free throws |
| I dethrone any muthafucaz trying to step inside my peace zone |
| Yes, Virgina there is a Santa Clause |
| A man, a plan, a canal, Panama |
| You’re clearly confused. It’s seriously funny |
| But if eels of rust rated… decipher that, dummy! |
| Quiet on the set. I can hear the sound hissing |
| So act naturally and you won’t be found missing |
| When we done with you, you’ll be standing at best |
| The only thing you have outstanding is debts |
| The worst oxymoron. Your whole style’s mismatch |
| Everybody trying to get renown off of diss tracks |
| We stone cold stunners |
| So take this L peacefully and you might not turn up |
| Face down in the dead winter |
| I got more kotter’s than Hov, Tunechi and Linda |
| I know it’s spelled different and they ain’t related |
| But act like you know or you just might get faded |
| (Daniel D.) |
| (Joe Whitney) |
| (MASO) |
| (Blazin' Up) |
| (Derinoo) |
| (Chris Tyrone) |
| (SouL Elements) |
| Make them feel pain |
| Counterfeits bills don’t make real change |
| Being gangster ain’t the shit that you lie about only |
| And we beat the earth wind and fire out phonies |
| (Dad intro) |
| After my dad died, he visited me. I woke up in the night and wrote this poem. |
| I still don’t have a title, though |
| (Dad poem) |
| I dreamt of you this night and in my dream I cried |
| I woke myself from out that dream and went to wipe my eyes |
| But then I came to realize that there was not a tear |
| Should this be how I cry for you and show I wished you here? |
| I love you more and more each day and things that used to matter |
| Are unimportant suddenly. My heart beats rhythmic patterns |
| Was this your way to send your love and say «Goodbye» to me? |
| A weakness I must overcome to let you Rest In Peace |