[Verse One]

Yo, yo

Don't call it a comeback, I've been here for years

Feds know my name, motherfuck my peers

This is real hip hop in your god damn ear

Not that fake bullshit you listened to last year

Yeeeeah

Rhymefest, I'm fresh and healthy

Chi-Town Castro, call me El Che

I'm finna win or die, no ties or stalemates

On fire crashin' through Hell's gates

Without Kanye or Mark Ronson, it's me in a clutch

None of that other shit y'all can say is a crutch

Fightin' off sheer will and misdeal

The ride of my life is stick shift and it's all uphill

I'mma reach my throne, I'mma write these songs, I'm write my roles

Please God, take his strength, make me strong

Let my son understand if I don't come home

I got, lots of cake, got zeros to make

I prepare like a martyr with the videotape

Wait!

Mom, Dad, please be proud

When I go off and blow myself up in the crowd

Take as many fans with me as the Lord will allow

With that I wipe sweat from my brow

Let's go!

[Rhymefest talking]

It was....actually, when I wasn't around Mark Ronson in New York

I wasn't around Kanye, wherever in the world he was

I saw J Records deny every song that I put forward sayin', "This not gonna be on the radio."

"That not gonna be on the radio." "We can't put this out like this."

And I realized...I'm was on my own

[Verse Two]

Biggie said he was +Ready To Die+ and he did

Pac asked, "Is there a +Heaven For G+?" Yes it is

Now-a-days you got parents gettin' raised by their kids

Sellin' dope to put food in the fridge, fridge, fridge

Heard a child say, "It is what it is."

Naw son, the game is what it gives

If you ain't ready to die, maybe you don't deserve to live

This ain't suicide

I'm a martyr coward!

This is the 49th Law Of Power

Kill everybody involved, whether y'alls or ours

On the east coast I saw how they cause them towers to fall and shower

The whole world paused for hours

In Chicago

We like to march and rally

When the cops shot a kid in the back of the alley

In the back of his leg, in the back of his head

In the back of the back and threw him in the back of shed

Noooo!

[Rhymefest talking]

Everytime somebody says "Rhymefest", they wanna be like, "Oh me beat Eminem."

"Oh he wrote +Jesus Walks+." Yo man, I've done so much more than that

Like, there's so much more to me as an artist you know what I mean?

To Rhymefest, there's so much more than a talking points

Like, you know everybody put those talking points on him

[Verse Three]

If you don't bust guns than they'll call you a chump

If you don't push packs they'll sell you a pump

I'm rollin' with fertilizer and a fuse in the trunk

Just cruisin' tryin' to not hit bumps

Just tryin' to keep my cool but it's percolatin'

I hope Allah's got my virgin's waitin'

The show goes on when the curtains rake in

Momma wanna know what the murder rate is

Screamin' out, "Plug City!"

Takin' every motherfucker that I can with me

Military civilians, women and children

Fuck theories, I'm puttin' big holes in buildings

And I'mma stay on my deem

? Raheem

Word to King, I'm a man with a Dream

But I GOTTA take one for the team

I'm ready