we got it for cheap (intro)
Singer:clipse, the
the dope dealers cheer him
the verse tends to steer 'em
through a life in the fast lane like german engineerum
no serum can cure all the pain i've endured
from crack to rap to back to sellin' it pure
for every record i potentially sell in the store
it's like mecca to the dealer that's sellin' it raw
i'm on touch with the keys
i force feed ya the metric scale
within each verse you see the truths unveil
they manufacture proof as they lie to themselves
puppets on the string like a yoyo
they prayin' i never go solo
the wall's removed and now i see
might hurt ya once but never no more
it's like tryin' to fly but they clippin' your wings
and that's exactly why the caged bird sings
who can nickname it? the shame rings true
keep the pranks as i bid farewell
i gotta answer to marcus and jannel
and to little brother terrence who i love dearly so
never would you push blow
i'm the best since he died and he lied
the spirit of competition
one verse could start jihad
i expose what you disguise
a four eleven cuban helped us weather the storm
through all the adversity
niggaz don't get the picture
it's written in scripture
she'll tell you that blood's thicker
and i don't know how them other niggaz built
and i don't know if ever they feel guilt
or maybe niggaz just too high on they stilts
i'ma view it as spilt milk
i'm turnin' the other cheek