[Verse 1: Illmaculate]

I was chosen by the Pac fans

I get it open when I'm flowin', they like "Hot damn"

Told you I'm a boss man

You as phony as your watchband

And ain't seen heavy metal since you opened for a rock band

Shot your first gun, hoping that the Glock jammed

Can't resolve your beef, so you're hoping that the cops can

Said you're moving weight, you ain't holding on a lot man

How you moving weight when you smoking outta pop-cans?

Said that you have pounds knowing that you got grams

How you gonna be a soldier with them soft hands?

Try 'n scrap me, throw 'em, they will not land

And since your pride can't be broken then your jaw can

Fists connect like modems with broadband

You know that I got plans 'cause the dough that you got ran

[...] It's thrown in a box fam, you know when it's [?]

The soul is in God's hands

[Verse 2: Illmaculate]

If only the strongest survive, when I'm gone it's a lie

I dedicate this to the time of every artist that tried

The Braveheart of my tribe

Sharpen a knife and carve in the side of my arm

Initials of every artist that died

The markings I scribe darken the sky

And cause rain that doubles the earth's water supply

Scarring your pride, you swear your army'll ride?

The only time you're barging your lives is crossin' your heart when you lie

I breath deep, take oxygen in

I need beef, I feed meat to the monster within

You're knee deep, your beliefs got you again

I see things how they are, you see things with positive spin

Can't touch me with where your hands have probably been

Where mine and money are like a magnet's opposite ends

I got the cockiest grin 'cause you copy my trends

You're not in my skin, I'm a fuckin' god amongst men, yeah