[Intro (Overlapped with Hook): Breez Evahflowin’]

You ain’t getting my publishing. Fuck that. Holding my publishing, nigga. Hehe. All niggas got right now is crumbs. Nah’mean? How we gon’ eat off that? You’re talking ‘bout paying me for my publishing? Shit. This shit is very real out here. This shit is almost everything we got. This is everything we got, nigga

[Hook: Samples with DJ Static Scratches]

"Born in the ghetto, it's hard to survive" - Sample from Melachi the Nutcracker on Group Home's "Supa Star"

"Out in new york, the same shit is going on" - Sample from Nas's "One Love"

"I wanna make money, so I gotta pay dues" - Sample from Melachi the Nutcracker on Group Home's "Supa Star"

"I try to appreciate but I deserve more" - Sample from Melachi the Nutcracker on Group Home's "Supa Star"

“Living in the ghetto" - Sample from Melachi the Nutcracker on Group Home's "Supa Star"

"And nighttime is more trife than ever" - Sample from Nas's "One Love"

"These are feelings I'm expressing through my rhymes" - Sample from Melachi the Nutcracker on Group Home's "Supa Star"

"Represent to the fullest" - Sample from Nas's "One Love"

[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin’]

Look who won another battle. Pick the circle. The Kodak kid

Picture-perfect. But all that did was chip the surface

You all that, kid, until you get the curtains. Go home, get up, get out

And get to working. No time to be wasting

Family anxious from second probation

Seeds in a separate location. So many needs

I’ll be trees, Everblowing from patience (Spark it up)

Light it up and I kill it (Whoo!). I lived 8 Mile

Except I ain’t light enough to fulfill it (Nah)

Just another black speck on the chart without a

Second of thought. Spark on those disrespecting my art

Hold gems and God’s gold and God gon’ get it back

Murdering another track. Manhood intact (For real)

Stocking caps and bats for shock-value raps

Escapism (What?). Send ‘em to a state prison

Emcees become a vision of a rape victim

We could debate until you faint from this hate venom

We know what all that bullshit’s doing to the hood

(Keep it real). But who got enough strength in him?

It ain’t Christ. Don’t be thanking him (Nah). Your reward

Is for opening the door, letting Satan in (Go to Hell)

Am I a fool for my faith in men? As I finish

My thoughts (What?), fit at the stores for the face again (Come on)

[Verse 2: Phase 1]

Have you seen destiny’s face? ‘Til then, take a look at ours

It’s like future in the palms, a forewarned prologue in the song

Characteristics of the plague of bubon deadly. Giving life

Through the sight of what my foot set upon. I’m medleys

Still building from crumbs. Look at

The fortress abroad, the high rise of pain

Eyes illustrious, looking. This game’s for the taking

Phase a born thief, take time opportune and

Peep new heights, reach. Arrest me, your honor

If you don’t hold me back now, we’ll be the ones being honored

That’s the first example of power. Crimple these bums

Stomping them out, calling stepping stones out of the slums

The toy soldiers. Are we just like sex on

Third rails? You could say we something shocking to see

Picture a broad taking this art from me. That’s like betraying

The loyal, calling a gangster by his government name

I’m the walking, fiery flame (No homo)

Call this sneak preview “Dead Evil Hip Hop Promo”

Put strength in the weak. I get my rents to fix a

Loose lip for a lack of elite. On loose leaf

I claim the reign as a chief. After me, I could tell

That the Devil ain’t lasting weeks (Come on)

[Verse 3: Swave Sevah]

Yo, I think I deserve more (Don’t you?). I’ll be juggling words

Spitting witty punchlines that be puzzling nerds (Get it straight)

My flows are tight, back and leave you hugging the beat (Uhh)

Still, you give me crumbs to eat like a bum in the street

(What the?). Now what I’ma survive off?

I got a habit to support, family to provide for

(And feed ‘em). I’m ‘bout to be a crime lord

Getting too old to wait for opportunity to knock at my door

Load up the handguns, cannons, and missiles

I’m ‘bout to introduce you to a nigga with issues (What now?)

Type to cast the first stone, set off the ripple

Laugh when it get gritty, say, “What’s up?” to a nigga I crippled

To get him mad, steaming-hot, blood boiling

If only he could walk again. He wants revenge

Trust me: with my bad temper, you’d rather have me

Releasing the music than releasing abusive

I’ll have some nigga leaking their fluids. Fuck being

Head of the class—I should be teaching these students (I’m the teacher)

I’ma push units. I’m a dependable writer (Yup)

And all I need is one shot like a serial sniper

You won’t regret it. Everything is copacetic

Hear us out one time, dogs (One chance). You won’t forget it

And if I happened to confuse ya, pardon me

I’m just more stoned than a dude that just looked at Medusa (Ha)