This one goes out to all the mainstream rappers
Full of fakes, liars and wannabe gangsters
Feeling underground heat beneath their feet
About to rise up and make a ruckus
Destroying your world of pimped up truths
Playing with minds and deceiving the youth
Proudly displaying material riches
Calling your women hoes and bitches
Presenting crime as a noble business
Showing your pride in going to prison
A mark of success, initiation
This is nothing but your dignity fading
Into an art devoid of passion
What humanity is missing is compassion
Not your rhyming, singing and dancing
You do it for money and I do it for rapping

[CHORUS]
Rhymes with beats and I am packed with heat
Words are weapons I’m armed to the teeth
More powerful than a standard glock
That’ll stop your brain with writer’s block
Bursting your veins until the blood drips  
Induced by my cold steel grip
No pacifist, life’s a struggle
Word out until you’re reduced to rubble

Do what you want if you want me to be blunt
But people don’t repeat your lyrics for fun
Remembering your bars and spitting them back
What they want from life is to hold a gat
Smoking, drinking with baseball bats?
Reduced to nothing but a street rat
Don’t try me, your lyrics are worthless
Like your useless “bling bling” necklace
Like starving whores climbing to the top
Show me your face and I’ll show you hip hop
Acapella no beat out on the street
Raw beat boxing just like fresh meat
From lyrics ripping my vocal chords
Revealing love, life, death and wars
Now I’ll stop with the top on my pen
Don’t mix your words with poetry again

[CHORUS]
Rhymes with beats and I am packed with heat
Words are weapons I’m armed to the teeth
More powerful than a standard glock
That’ll stop your brain with writer’s block
Bursting your veins until the blood drips  
Induced by my cold steel grip
No pacifist, life’s a struggle
Word out until you’re reduced to rubble