[Intro: Young Joseph]

Damn, what am I now, 24 years old?

Sittin' there sippin' Thunderbird

I still hadn't come up off this, Golden Ray

[Verse 1: Young Joseph]

Fuck all tryna come up off labor pains of rap veterans

Use their names so you can gain money off the tape peddling

If you're unsure where you're steppin' then you shouldn't step in

Stay on the outside lookin' in

Understand you got no one to be impressin'

I collaborate with others for the sheer pleasure

And 'cause we share the same platform for expression

In no shape or form do I intend on benefitin'

But something is necessary, to buy their equipment to buy their way in

And the funny thing is they ain't gettin' played, they doin' the playin'

Comin' up off folks like me who continue to be hustlin'

Still tryna get my foot in the door, ten plus years and runnin'

Non-talent-having dicks, I'd kill ya all if I was capable

Or check a chin every now and then

But I'm in town, I stay in humble

I work hard everyday and work harder to make progress

Just to watch you virgins enter my domain and reap the benefits?

If I ever catch you in my property y'all bets are off

Right between the eyes, I got the steed locked in the crosshair

[Verse 2: Tommy V]

As I speak about it, sense his teeth in someone else's masterpiece

God forbid I catch 'em stealin' fruits off of my trees

Homeboy's he got some nerve talkin' bout how he been payin' dues

Really, you're just another silver spoon who bought their way into a crew

Word to my man who's been rappin' ever since the 5th grade

Now it means rent, leisure activities, survival, peace of mind and a hot plate

Don't waste your breath ever steppin', trying serve me to my face

You pose no threat

Put together some songs and serve up a demo tape

However, the pride blocks the ability ro realize this

They're drifting straight to the wayside due to identity crisis

Disturbing to watch my culture become commercialized

I got a feelin' somebody's watching me from a vulture's eyes

So if I never surface from the underground don't be surprised

In order to repurify the artform I was forced to cut off all ties

This goes out to all those thinking my lifestyle's a trend

You'll understand my viewpoint

When you find your John knocked off it's hinge

[Verse 3: Subtitle]

Okay, I understand why you would probably like

The way a person serves the words upon the mic

That day you saw him in a circle jerking the jocks that rock the Nike

Striking with ever-photogenic pose

That would probably make your girl be his mate

The sex appeal, right?

You pulled him to the side and offered him a light

For the neck blunt that you rolled him

All he hit it, you told him

He had a ridiculous style

And his hair was fresh

Lest we forget, a week prior to this

You didn't know this kid, you were asleep

Tryna keep your eye on your eyelids

The concept was as alien to you as testing grids

Influence is good, let's fast-forward it through your career

And summarize it within two words

"Parasite bite", it's a rackers delight

Have you heard of fox?

The only merc that goes straight home after winning every fight

I'm kind of angry for it to come to this, I detest sounding trite

But now I have to dodge these ticks and blood sucking mites

Deducting all the tapes that I give out

In the telephone fantasies these fools wish to live out

Through the T156K and dream passports

That give out information on their favorite rapper, including their mail route

I love support, but parasitic association in the year 2000

I could possibly live without

[Verse 4: LifeRexall]

Why is it that fools love to benefit off my struggles

These parasitic cynics wanna finish what I started

When I departed the studio an hour ago

And let the vanity show

But with no talent to blow

And yet, they're waiting for the red carpet to start to unroll

And pictures with favorite MCs in social circles

No feature in that style of life

I stand with honor in ritual

Alert you that respect comes from hustling dues, not crews

Why is it that I choose to be considerate a little bit

Walk with humility when tranquility is eminent

Cautious in a present tense, my self-defense is prevalent

Consciously creative I am made of vocal instruments

So I pass up and evade it, 'cause I'm jaded that you're faking it

My crew is accoladed 'cause our destiny's awakening