old school new school that's how I roll

hear the beat drop on the even tempo

check it or forget we got a way to go

let the beat drop on your incredible ego



fake people that say they can rap

working creepy rhymes giving me a heart attack

the streets are as the same as the hood

got good in bad no matter what you do



have we bitten off more then we could chew

my mind is playing tricks on me

living in this land of make believe

where people today are so very mean



eating lean cuisine trying to fit in with their fake standard

as if you haven't already heard a disturbing word

soup is on & you got the bowl for your own

say there's clowns in circus nothing to disturb us



I know I got to work on my rhymes

but I ain't perfect son

perhaps I should use the back door and run

far away from this place in certain trace



rap to stay on top of the game

busting out beats driving me insane

still got to clean your room

have to be at home before noon



signs, signs, signs everywhere there's signs

do this don't do that

but we all fall short

still I'm in the game even if there's a 9 to my head



pull then trigger then I'm dead

rap is for those who want to stay in the game

keep your head up, smile & never complain