You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin
  Fuck who that I offend, rappers sit back I'm bout to begin
  bout foul talk you sqwak, never even walked the walk
  More less destined to get tested, never been arrested
  My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about
  or told first hand, never word of mouth
  What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?
  Rappers are in danger, who will use wits to be a remainder
  When the missile is aimed, to blow you out of the frame
  Some will keep their limbs and, some will be maimed
  The same suckers with the gab about, killer instincts
  but turned bitch and knowin damn well they lack
  In this division the conniseur, crackin your head with a 4 by 4
  Realize sucka, I be the comin like Noah
  Always sendin you down, perpetratin facadin what you consider
  a image, to me this is, just a scrimmage
  I'm feel I'm stone, not cause I bop or wear my cap cocked
  The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
  Those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel
  
  "Their time's limited, hard rocks too" -> Slick Rick
  (from the song _Hey Young World_)
  
  Speakin in tongues, about what you did but you never done it
  Admit you bit it cause the next man gained platinum behind it
  I find it ironic, so I researched and analyzed
  Most write about stuff they fantasized
  I'm fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clips
  and glocks gettin cocked, and wax not bein flipped
  It's the same old same old just strain it from the anal
  The contact, is not com-pexed or vexed
  So why you puhsin it? Why you lyin for? I know where you live
  I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid
  Your persona's drama, that you acquired in high school in actin class
  Your whole aura is plexi-glass
  What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park
  That's a lie, you was in church with your moms
  See I know yo, slow your roll, give a good to go
  Guys be lackin in this thing called rappin just for dough
  Of course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uhh
  I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect
  It's the principal of it, I get a rush when I bust
  some dope lines oral, that maybe somebody'll quote
  That's what I consider real, in this field of music
  Instead of puttin brain cells to work they abuse it
  Non-conceptual, non-exceptional
  Everybody's either crime-related or sexual
  I'm here to make a difference, besides all the riffin
  The traps are not stickin, rappers stop flippin
  For those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel
  
  "Their time's limited, hard rocks too" -> Slick Rick
  (from the song _Hey Young World_)