I am the beginning and end,
your worst enemy developed from friend.
I am the rhyming stanza that brings you relief,
the purest form of artistry, or at least you belive.
I am the bars that a convict creates while behind bars,
the words that ride the beat as you're riding in cars.
I am the step child to run DMC, Pharcyde, and Mos Def,
the Hip Hop marketeting that markets what's left.
I am Nas's Oochie Wally, but not his one mic,
Not the real ones, but I am 50 cent's hype!
I am the generic hip hop beats in your pepsi Ads,
the rapping hustlers that are walking talking fads.
I am the boss that raps to make a fortune,
not the young kid who picks a mics because he knows he can torch em'
I am Young Buck's ghost written sixteen,
the molestation of the American dream!
I am far from Lupe's dumb it down,
but I was the muse for it's sound.
I am the reason Biggy and 2Pac were slain,
Not the mark on history hip hop has made, I am it's stain!
I never think, I just refrain.
I never quit, I just cause pain.
The reason you can't get your voice out,
is because I've made it possible only for sell outs!
Nas may say hip hop is dead, leavin' 80s babies heads steamin,
but if Hip Hop is dead I am the reason!!!



Hahahahah, turn on your radio i think the top 9 at 9 is coming on....or maybe TRL. 106 and Park anyone? hahahaha!