I'll like to thank you for your support,
but to the whole hip- hop industry itself
we've been weathering in the Storm
30- plus years ago to now
But uh, like all weapons of hate,
So allow me to speak not only for me
Every hood, every ghetto across
the United States of America
some'll say "we had a beautiful run"
And the beauty is skin deep
that was like speakin' in tongues
So relax, I adapt within a week I was sprung
it's like squeezin' a gun
all the boys on my back hearin' "RUN"
Yea, I changed & came, all them years,
on the stairs G Rap & Kane
I felt pain, them beamers still
But the ways is the most high
is to preserve to explain
that focused me, perfected my game
And like that, there's so many
others that this rap will remain
we give fans the force of the reign
To feed, nurture, and breed,
and be the voice of the slain
but that real shit come wit the life
And in order to obtain you gotta
It's like cuttin' your bitch shorter,
used spoilers on the porch at night
just go for them critics that write
This is Rap, we from the hood,
just tryin' to get a slice
but the most just coast wit ice
And rock a little chain, get a little brain
You know Rap has no rules
See my enlightener he- he once
"If there is no devilish- men,
then there won't be Godliness"
Knaw'mean?, it's like a Doctor is
And he caters to the sick,
so the sick must exist, ya heard?
A Min ister - he only gives sermon
Those seeking for forgiveness
- so them sinners must exist
You know? it's simple simplistic,
It's AZ the GOD - Constantine
This is What I Do, I'm here