| A time for us, some day there’ll be a new world |
| A world of shining hope for you and me |
| What’s happening, I’m back off the wagon, smashing this rapping thing |
| Rappers think they’re dapper, it’s sad, the badness they’re babbling |
| Chatting about packing Gatlings and battling, I’ll batter them |
| My adjectives are like daggers in javelins that stab your skin |
| Not challenging, maggots are blagging, fraggles are haggling |
| Back with a classic to snatch your status off these Plasticine |
| I’ve dabbled in, madness, how I’ve handled it is baffling |
| I’m trapped in sin and damaged within, but still I have to win |
| Aiming to break the pavements and take it straight to the majors |
| Make all of my favourites famous, I pray that today it changes |
| I patiently pave the way for a day that we make the papers |
| The haters are staying haters, they’re fakers, they’re blatant traitors |
| Though satan’s chasing my status, I’ll break away from the matrix |
| They laid us to waste of phrases and slaving for slave-made trainers |
| And blazers, complacent Pagans who strained to escape the Masons |
| Who gave us the AIDS and plagues and not blaming my brainless patrons |
| Put on my Air Max, and walk around a day in my shoes |
| Look at the bare facts, and talk about paying my dues |
| You realise every bar that I’m saying is true |
| Phone in to cuss, any DJ that ain’t playing my tunes |
| In a drought, consider me the Guinness Stout |
| No I’m not the biggest or baddest, I’m just the illest out |
| His bars might sound good when he spits them out |
| But would it mean something if you were looking at it, written down? |
| I can’t front, like the way I’m living is perfect |
| Can’t look at the cards you got, saying you didn’t deserve it |
| Selling poison to people, that isn’t my purpose |
| Knowledge of self, that’s the flipping gift that I’m cursed with |
| People’s Army, all my guys organise properly |
| Feds wanna commit, borderline sodomy |
| Bring coppers in choppers, you all can try stopping me |
| Every tune’s a chapter in my autobiography |