If I was to sit down and actually write out a list

Of the MC's that missed, it would be the constitution

They play their caps backwards, still sayin' whack words

No power to durhurst, just a few yes men

Raisin' the question, of who gave you a contract

They should be fired, you're officially retired

I see you make a little cash and start showin' your ass

You get laced up with jewels, your crew's actin' like fools

Playin' hard rocks, surrounded by bodyguards

Hopin' no one pulls your cord, you got me laughin' pretty hard

Thinkin' you the white hot man of the hour

But you just can't figure how your flavor went sour

Back in '89 P.E. fought the power

And in '86 Big Daddy Kane was raw

And I was right there on the first floor of the palladium

You never played a venue, local college, or a stadium

A young boy's fiddin' pad fad is now a grown man's profession

To earn this is a blessin'

Your skills should have me guessin', learn 'cause I'm testin'

Follow this down, no question

No doubt, check it out

You be either rhymin' in code or on some gangsta node

You all clockwork apocalypse you about to implode

Collapsin' on yourself, 'cause your whole foundation is

Built on lies, don't apologise

'Cause once they watch you rise, they wanna watch you fall

And they'll all take a piece just like the Berlin Wall

And place it on their mantle like a souvenir

And what they call a knick-knack is really your career

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You ain't promised nothin' but a pocket full of stress

[Still there be people that would die for less]

You ain't promised nothin' but a heart full of sorrow

[If they don't like the demo make a new one tomorrow]

When the time arrives, I'll open the archives

When you be in dreams you got 8's and 5's

Chrome down with the leather package

You got a home of your own

You're holdin' acres

[I got it made]

Season tickets to the Knicks and the Lakers

Playing both coasts closed and European festivals

Crowd scream decibels

Crowd scream decibels

In your ear

You wanna make rappin' your career

From Arkansas to Minnesota, I sell out the quota

I be the wet dream, makin' cream for promoters

We keep the shit right, we don't be startin' no fights

And he won't hold out my dough, 'cause I'm a put out his lights

And once the crew hits the stage, the crowd gets involved

We show love, they show it back, all problems solved

You can boom shalock and jump to the sounds I pump

But I ain't quittin' till I'm shittin' on Donald Trump

So take heed to the verses and styles and versions

When you socialize with other MC's

And boast your rhymes to company enemies

And in any cases that feel is what you want

You want to make money money and take every honey

Rap charges ain't funny but it boost your career

Your penile style is now hanging from a tier

Now you wanna know fear to impress your peers

Now your ass outta here the rap game goes on

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