Verse I

As I stare in the mirror I see my own enemy
Reflecting back in my eyes they showcase my energy
Pen in my hand writing letters to penitentiaries
Locked down they've been trying to hold us back for centuries
But I pick up the torch so I can carry on
Carry it on for the ones who are dead and gone
With this mic in my hand I feel like I'm Genghis Khan
Rappers hear me and say, "But can we all just get along?"
They're just Rodney without the king you know I do it T.I.
No crown on my head but I still do it B.I.G.
And payback is my mentality
So step up and it's R.I.P.
And I'm zipping them up
Tomorrow's never guaranteed so we're living it up
And if these walls could talk they would say a lot
Like how Zinn murders rappers and his beats are hot

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Everybody wants to floss
But don't nobody really want to die up on the cross
They crucify artists if they speak about the truth
No regrets it's half-time when I'm speaking in the booth

Verse II

I wake up with dark visions in my mind
Lighting candles along the way and I'm still on the grind
Counting money and paper chasing but never on decline
Hoping that my words are enough to illuminate the blind
See I'm hungrier than any rapper in the top ten
Of the past ten years and I'm deadly like a MAC-10
And I'm not planning to stop
Until I slaughter every rapper a top of the mountain top
My heart is black but there's hope within
My mother's proud of me but I know the pain she's in
Never brought her grandchildren 'cause I'm focused on the dream
Burying my nightmares 'cause I'm on a winning team
And we're taking home the ring
But I know the joy to a life that a smile can bring
Now I think back on the sacrifices made
But there's no kill switch once my rhymes engage

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Verse III

Uncle Sam's have your tongue now they aim for your eyes
A stable full of pale horses all in disguise
But you're afraid of truth afraid to speak
Afraid of hail and snow and rain and sleet
Afraid of consequences afraid of heat
While I"m on a motel balcony overlooking the street
We're not cut from the same cloth you're woven too thin
Real artists never sacrifice who they are to fit in

Chorus (x4)