(Ese 40'z Verse)
Slowin it down... now just a little bit... I hitcha
With the realest lyrics... ghetto life up in the picture

Reppin for real gangstas... all across the map... and
"Ese 40'z... Hate Proof" on this mic I'm rappin
Reppin... steppin... off in all different directions

Alley ways... corner streets... and all them different sections
Tracks banging through the hood... let me give a shout out
To "T-town... Fabens Town..." and all the rest... it's no doubt

Matter of fact... I'm shouting out to all the spots on map
Where they be bumpin... "My %#@!"... showing love to my raps
And know I do it for the $#&@ of it

Just to invent... some new rhymes for them times
When I gotta make sense
Of all these struggles in a world... full of chaos and greed

I kick a penny for my troubles... and a nickel for weed
So crack a 40... light a spliff... and let the rhythm sedate cha
Let these lyric's... liquor spirits... put a rise in your nature...