Out of the mercy of Allah
and the law written in our nature,
we call an individual into existence,
and when that individual comes,
Rough, and real, you're on standstill
To obey your case, so let the man build
Words of rapture that you have to capture
And I just slapped ya with
There's no different hype
Smokin' or jokin', bound to be broken
Now get your damn hands off
Cause I got a strength to hold
You're still cold on parole
Rhymes that you yell out,
Crossed over, lost over here,
I'm not a pop star rockin' roller
Able to hold a mic like a hammer
treat a rapper like a wrestler
And body slam em, those who dispute
Get treated just like a prostitute
They get the boot and blade like a flute
So just play mute, don't even whisper
And I'ma dish your rag tag and door
Confetti and not ready to rock steady
In other words, you're half -steppin'
But when it come to hype rhymes,
Just like the album, it's still the same
ain't a damn thing changed
I still get ill and kill at will
And build a skill to fill your grill
So don't tell me you're real
Man, you still be home with arthritis
If we didn't revive and bring back alive
Old beats that we appreciated
You'd be another memory to us
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
So understand the way that I live
It's a benefit for you and me
I'm talking about P -E -A -C -E
The chosen one that has turned to a new leaf
I got gold teeth and they don't chew beef
Sucker, you wish I flow like water,
Rappers are ragging and tagging
and snagging and bragging
With the knack to attract the pack,
I'm young, gifted, and black
And just go with the flow, you know
In the place to be with my man
Sending this out to divine force
Can't forget Kumo D, Busy B MC