(From the top)
(to the bottom)

(to the top)
Now, DROP
From the top, to the bottom, from the bottom, to the top

Gonna stop, you'd've fought'em when I knew you, would you not?
Would've shot, would've caught up, would've popped, maybe taught
With a lot of your problems, pseudo plot? Maybe not

And what happened?
You went from bein' aggressive to feelin' depressive
Believe I'm suppressed and I am feelin' oppression

But I ain't let it get me down 'cause I'm healin' a lesson
You bet it lets me frown, but I'm feelin' the blessin'
And this reelin' obsession still a competing profession

I want to save rap from dying, oh, and bein' the best in
When you see that you bestin' the best in the scene that you pressed in
I got two years in this game, now, you can't lean, that's impressive

The point is, rap is degrading, breaking and fading to grey
I've been patiently waiting, praying and saying the same
'Cause the fakes'll keep spraying, freaks, they invading the game

But I got pride for my genre and they ain't take it away
Now, whatchya say?