[Verse 1]

Take a trip to the past with me, reveal the pain

And imma take another shot im on the egde of going insane
My lyrics all poison you can feel it in your veins
Aint %#@! changed im just suprised you know the name

Doin my job I'm on my grind, makin hits like all the time
You know that im runnin outta time, and these (*##$es be gettin outta line
Uuuuh, so raw and so real

A hundred coffins all these rappers gettin killed

[Verse 2]


Uh yeah, welcome to the second verse
Still killing all these rappers just put em in the hearse

Keep your mind straight and your money in your pocket
You flexin in the club man you boys betta stop it
I'm in this (*##$ I've been doin my thang

Wadadadang 9 millie go bang
Uuuuh, so raw and so real
A hundred bodybags all these rappers gettin killed


[Verse 3]


(You know I'm) Killing my own beat you know im on, Im in my zone
Never did nobody help me, had to get it on my own
So now I spend, most of my time in the club gettin throwed

While you be outside in the line gettin cold
Oh, $#&@ what you talkin bout cuz I aint even payed attention
All yall rappers suck, and I aint even afraid to mention

My flow so crazy, its from another dimension
This the School of hardknocks Imma send yall to detention...


Yeaaah, still so raw and so real
A hundred white crosses all these rappers got killed