This is an open letter yo to whom it may concern you're on borrowed time cause tomorrow's mine I ain't on nobody's a-list don't rhyme with no catchy phrases but I can dominate your MP3's playlist without no natural competitors you think you're saying something what you sound like is etcetera etcetera let me guess money parties sex and gun threatening what you up against cause I can sense the panic setting in and Imma probably laugh because I know next to mine's your line's shaky man I'm like a polygraph in fact let me correct this you suckers talking really reckless just to be a sharecropper with a necklace to whom it don't concern excuse me if I'm cynical they get some money and they think they're at their pinnacle wish I could reach then all I wish I had some tentacles it's little babies in the streets that's trying to mimic you! that's how you bound to fail how you expect to excel when all your thoughts are half-baked like Chappelle switched styles those labels haven't tapped you yet you're at a table with a fable playing rap roulette hope that it's tapping at your conscience you'll never be achieving your goals of prominence if your nonsense’s accomplice if I was wrong you should've made it right but you won't fix your lips to approach me cause you're afraid of heights I know the heart fluctuated but it was just a false alarm y'all hip hop has been resuscitated

(Verse 1) Ay yo I'm talkin' with a new found purpose but if you ain't prepared I'm talkin' with words that might make you nervous I'm talkin' with a pen to the page or a mic in my hand I'm talkin' with a style that be inciting the fans yo I'm talkin' with authority so you can observe rhymes and words intellectual but also absurd talkin' with a strategy to fortify our position if it ends in tragedy maybe I've won on my mission look I'm talkin' with the glammour of a rug spot talkin' with my back against the wall like a mug shot I'm talkin' with the students let them know it's fine to be bright that don't mean that you're a punk or that you're trynna be white see me talkin' with the C.E.O. Bird's eye view in high school they thought he had the worst I.Q. Yea I'm talkin' with a passion for rappin' community action think outside the box you think you're trapped in talkin' with assumptions you ain't seen me move over here you don't need street credit you're pre-approved (Verse 2) I'm talkin' like I want them feeling me wherever there's land but I'm talkin' like I ain't trynna blow I'm trynna expand I'm talkin' like I've been at the brink I'm talkin' like I hope my words will help encourage you to listen and think I'm talkin' like it's justifiable for me to think my talent's undeniable the radio has been depriving you I'm talkin' like those videos can't teach you how to be dap how you goin' ball with them you know you got a salary cap I'm talkin' like my mind's quicker I'm talkin' like I rhyme slicker I'll get it up and running off a dime quicker I'm talkin' like I understand some of the rap slander cause when did rap become an audition for Zoolander I'm talkin' like you got a gun to my head telling me you goin' be listening I front and I'm dead talkin' like I know I'll get you in the mood to rock because the people know that I'm a throwback and they know that I'm the future shock TALKIN' (Verse 3) I'm talkin' to whoever holding hip hop down you got a comrade to help you when you rip pop clowns I'm talkin' to these lady's conversation I heard they said hip hop is dead all they got left is spoken word I'm talkin' to the kids who never heard wordplay they only hear yo give it up baby it's your birthday I'm talkin' to them punks who have yet to hear me but STILL fear me they know that I exist in theory I'm talkin' to the janitors talkin' to the panhandlers I hope I reach you in the ambulance with bandages I'm talkin' to you if you fortunately can live somewhere where everyday they don't report for tv I'm talkin' to you if you think that it's impossible for you to make you situation better and to overcome the obstacles I'm talkin' to you in the solemnest cue whoever listening I'm talkin' to you

(Verse 1) I got the best pro manifesto let the rest know I'll hit them with a special death blow 'cause I see it's duck season again said the kid is on his grind selling out is like treason to him he don't need no other reason to win it's a cold cold world so he writes with anti-freeze in his pen you talk so loud I knew you had to be whack I'll spit a verse that'll dispurse you from your battery pack ask you if you want some more I'm guessing nope 'cause my lyrics so sick you gotta listen to my music with a stethoscope with confindence like I just jumped out a model's bed I got the crowd grinning and bouncing like they're bobbleheads let it be known I'm the reciprocal of typical seeing through this garbage ain't difficult 'cause as a culture we're in the red like a darkroom developing images to spark doom you'll hear more remarks soon (Bridge) Now hip hop I know one kind maybe it's coincidence maybe it's by design rap is done using your brain hip hop is in the mind it's the music for your life let the two combine what's real hip hop I only know one kind what's real hip hop I only know one kind what's real hip hop I only know one kind what's real hip hop I only know one kind (Verse 2) Heard of direct tv I'm direct emcee but you don't need to put no dish up to connect with me I feel like music for the people is my destiny if what you heard is hollow follow my trajectory I'll show you light before you thought that it was dim take their crème de la crème and I'll rip them up limb by limb when them see me me me heebie geebies running thru their body to me it's like a hobby slaying rappers that are shotty cut them off I know they're only bound to drop lies and I'm on time even tho I'm thinking counterclockwise keep on babbling until you're blue in the face or 'till somebody new in the race just blew you to space listen man every time I'm on stage 4 alarm blaze have you feeling low like Mexican minimum wage yo, do something man! That's how your crew be looking I'm like a hurricane joker you're a whoopie cushion (Repeat Bridge) I'm a hip hop paleontologist I dig it dust it polish it then put it on display for you to acknowledge it reminiscent to when the rap game was innocent after listening see if you share the same sentiments with imminent advancement they tried to steal my transcripts and have them tested for performance enhancements but Imma stay above a scandal I go in front the panel with samples of emcee I manhandled barely enough to be distinguished most of them were talking some choppy or some slurred perverted language but now I know how Mr. Bean sounds their spit is like a boxer's in a bucket in between rounds even your boys think you're a pitiful jerk behind your back they all consider you dirt better listen to my syllables work next time they might be working to your upper hand maybe you'll need some verbal help with standing up again

(Verse 1) I'm listening to Black Steel in the Hour feeling the power I got a notion to reveal the real when it's louder 'cause you made a few tracks with some deflatable raps whole team spit debatable facts I'm elated cause I made a few ask how come he ain't on the radio by now he's a relateable cat out of pocket when I flip topics I'm a beast shooting rap rockets like Chewbacca in the cockpit when I unlock it looks like somebody came thru an dropkicked your optics right out the socket throwing rappers under wing trust me spent a minute in the cut but you can tell it ain't a damn thing rusty he always said that he could rhyme but who knew gimme the mic and let me do my numbers like so du ku somebody wanna make a scene I'll come and hit him with a 16 make him think he heard a howitzer machine the people be like he must be telepathic to do away with the bombastic rap plastic you feeling brolic and you wanna make a play but you just brought your rap kit today wanna get away? (Verse 2) This ain't the type of dope that you're man's using so go head take my name in vein the game needs a transfusion against me main man what's you gameplan 'cause every letter you write is like you're playing hangman same fans who put you on a pedestal when I get finished with you looking at you like an extra terrestrial was he always there or did he land in the night 'cause my man you ain't no rapper you're a fan with a mic and the reason you're a factor is simple the boardroom was like lower the bar they goin' dance like limbo something wrong you feel in your abdominal but we can stand for something fall for anything like we a row of dominoes the point they hope we're missing is the music industry done went from being glamorous to critical business now it's kind of difficult dissing us 'cause we're digital listeners we are no longer political prisoners I readjust my audible plots Imma navigate my flow a couple hundred thousand nautical knots top ten up and coming you see all me

(Verse 1) What if you could eat a rap what if you could feed a track or be a top chef but you ain't need a hat that's the scenario I'm bout to present give me a minute and I promise Imma start to make sense would you agree that every time you hear a song you're consuming it? Got an appetite what the quickest way to ruin it consume a bunch of junk body is conditioned you're full but you ain't had a single ounce of nutrition eating a meal can easily compare to turning your radio up to get an earful be careful you gotta make sure that your body has its nourishment gotta be keen to what your music is encouraging and while you're checking out the message in your beats be careful of the essence in your meats now would you eat an Amadou Diallo burger? Sean Bell sub? Those animals was murdered in that same cold blood (Verse 2) Now some of y'all might be a little bit reluctant to listen to my theory and admit I'm onto something maybe you think your diet is a major change to go thru and you ain't beat for hippie foods like bean sprouts and tofu if you think that modern music is the way is and people need to do a better job of trynna raise their kids think about it for a second how come the major labels only putting out the rappers disrespecting why is unhealthy food usually the cheapest and way up in the front of the store I know you peeped this you think of dieting but nothing stops more than ever fellas got the bubble bellies women got the muffin tops and I'm not making fun I'm simply trynna make a statement they banking on the fact that we goin' stay complacent food and music filled with harmful preservatives we eat it up like we don't feel we deserve to live (Verse 3) where do we go from here what's the resolution why can't we have consumption without having execution whether you're talking about animals or people when you're consuming murder then you manifest its evil it's all about mental conditioning most of what we think we really need will lead to some type of imprisonment I want it now and it had better be awesome and I don't really care how it affects me in the long run like getting married on a blind date a fast food society with a microwave mindstate they'll give anything they think will fit the need they're trying to get our sons to give our daughters chicken feed and they got a pecking order the ones without no mom or no dad is who they're beckoning to slaughter be careful of your music and the mood it brought but no matter what it's all food for thought

I'm bout to hit 'em again spit them a gem man I'm all about getting it in put me by the toughest judge he'll be like give him a ten if you ain't lyrically equipped you better split in the wind or you could assemble your diss but riddle me this who's that dude spitting venom leave you literally pissed wanna hear how armageddon sounds it would be this mic shaped like a boot like Italy is so I could kick it to you like I'm A Tribe Called sounds like a ghetto blaster fit in your ipod you tried hard but your rhyme called your mind stalled thought about it then you figured why don't I rhyme hard so you rapping pimping and killing instead of giving in under that cliche “that's the world we living in” but every time that I hear it it's still riveting right leg's running while you're left leg's pivoting so while you're out grandstanding for chicks they're in the boardroom and they're planning the fix they locked you up 'cause you had your hands in the mix now you're in the courtroom and your man is a snitch ain't that a glitch it's Heavy like Bon-Didelly-Dee more of a problem than you're willing to be think your peoples helping but to them it's thrilling to see if they got some common sense they're probably chilling with me now you're caught in a conundrum you dumb bum they'll use you up then they put you back where you come from now they're taking back them platinum plaques that you done hung think about how you're explaining that to your young son better tell him that before rap the streets never heard of ya let him know that late at night your conscience be disturbing ya tell him that you're far from a murderer matter fact without a weapon you're as threatening as Hamburgerler after a while even your women like he turning me off so full of hot air it burn when he cough the hood said he a suburban he soft if he ever comes around here we'll leave him in a burgundy broth ask yourself is this a story bout you are you a derelict are you capable of using proper rap etiquette can you put a subject with a predicate or are you another talking head with all that tired ol' rhetoric so give it up for hip hop you know the dillie we don't need your help to make you look silly. Really.

It's kind of like we're getting pickpoketed I'm getting sick watching it and I'm not the only one who sees a lot of people are mad 'cause rap's settling cats is back peddling I had to go back and ask veterans was it better when we only had the elements and wasn't selling it couldn't it be the minute we found fame we dominated by a bunch of jokers who sound lame and the chosen few who represent the culture gotta shoulder the load they don't care whether we hold or we fold somebody had the nerve to ask me this you'd rather be an activist instead of a radio rapper with an asterisk I'd rather be anonymous and furthermore synonymous with bombing this ominous hypocrisy I could tell you what hip hop is not to me it ain't taking dreams from inner city kids and making them a mockery and it don't mean that if you like me then you copy me helping people make monotony into monopoly if you don't think that rap's a tool of oppression then tell me how we keep getting these fools in succession ain't no coincidence they acting like they haven't got any sense videos and images are hideous and while they're doing champagne make it rain what they're pouring is a smear campaign on your brain more importantly a lot of folks ignoring the enormity of growing just to keep on boring me with immaturity a sexy killer and you goin stay paid you been spitting out that garbage for the last decade this is a troubling fad trynna act young but on the real you're old enough you could be some of their dads and you got about a thousand goons attacking the stage I got a new idea for you acting your age you won't talk about nothing else but sex drugs and gripping a gun even if it's on the tip of your tongue if you grew up in a tough situation then why you participating in setting back the future generations you got them thinking they should disrespect an hourly salary you helping disconnect them with reality most of them walk around predominately ornery nowadays you even got nerds rhyming about misogyny to compound it now they're dumbfounded about being an emcee and the power some of them touted to try to teach them is a lingering task if I said “Just Ice” they'd probably bring me a glass Special Ed ain't just the name of a class I got a lot of patience but I really think they're draining it fast I figured if they knew these rapper's pedigree it might inject them with the energy to make them respect the integrity so we could help destroy a lot of whack personas like computer b boy decoy on the internet you talking bout you're giving me fire but you're on stage performing like you're semi-retired put a little time in your craft stop thinking you're a literary genius 'cause you rhyme in the bath you can put a song together and you don't dig bling that don't mean you reppin hip hop as the next big thing 'cause who appointed you who anointed you who said that you're the second coming 'cause you rocked a decent joint or two a lot of people out here putting it down collab with them 'stead of thinking you look good in a crown be a part of this community unity is the only way we have of fighting this buffoonery and coonery hip hop is here forever we goin keep on putting how you feel and what you want to hear together so please don't try to figure how to market it you ain't gotta waste your time by thinking bout what audience you targeting let me sit you down give you a calm description 'cause our rhythm and our language is beyond encryption we wrote it so you can't decode it it's duly noted only poets and artistically inclined minds know it you getting it you already made the link don't be afraid to be creative or afraid to think now if you're listening and you agree with me then play this for the kids so they can grow up to be on our same frequency