DJ: Exclusive...This is that new Tupac

Listen close as life turns it's pages, Makaveli here kickin' rhymes for the ages, see things in stages, wise words spoken by sages from skytel to blackberry pages, your crew dont phase us we'll make you bustas pay us, run up in yo spot like C.J. from San Andreas


I wrote this song a long time ago, a real long time ago feel meh, I wrote this song a long time ago, it was the dopest song I ever wrote... in '94


What can a ^!$$% do, when half the people voted for George W. (he's a (*##$) ... George W. can't be true, I wanna choke him cuz he's a snitch, I'm talkin' 'bout George W. Smith from city council, he ran in '93 out in Oakland... you probaly didn't hear about him

I wrote this song a long time ago, a real long time ago, way before slim shady was in demand, way before we dropped bologna on Afghanistan, I wrote this song in '94


Am I doin' this?


Look around the club, see everyone up in the place, showin' Pac love, got a smile on my face, the girl in the miniskirt has bad taste cuz that shirt don't match... there's a puddin' stain on her back... what the $#&@ is that?!... it might be doo doo, and you in the back you ain't %#@!, you wanted Gin n Tonic but you didn't even tip, and if you hit this table one mo' time then the record might skip.. might skip, I told you stop hittin' the table

Tupac Shukur, I wrote this %#@! in 1994... I'm not alive... Thug Life, Dave Chappelle that ain't yo wife, (go home) you got two kids... GO HOME!


I wrote this song a long time ago, a real long time ago, way before Beanie Segal had to do a bid, way before Dave chappelle had two kids... don't give him no coochie


Tupac rest in peace... OKAY I WILL!