Feel the adrenaline,
Pumping through, out ya bones,
Still tryna regain the throne, all alone,
Word to Mister Jones,
First name Nassir,
Im tryna bring, this track to tears,
Cosmo atmosphere,
This is something for ya ears,
No pressure or peers,
As i stick it, like a spear,
In ya intellect, and none can reject,
From the heat, i select,
Braced for death,
Since braveheart,
Drive a stake throughout the heart,
Broke the carriage,
Babies made, before marriage,
The rap games ******,
Its all ****** up,
Just look at, how these rappers are dead,
With no power, behind the words thats said,
NPC's played before me, realness deemed as insanity,
Understand the pain, of being vanished, just like Christ's family,





They offered me money,
But something, smells funny,
This aint illmatic,
But this is something,
Tha'tll help ya habit,
Hard to be, the greatest man alive,
When im up,
Against all jives, home of the beehives,
Took the stings, but still survived,
Grandpa how i wish,
You was still alive,
Taught me how to take hits,
Of life, and push come stride,
Got the mind of King David,
Served the courts, with affidavits,
See the fans crave it,
Real ****, back up in ya face,
Im invading ya space,
Like Afghanistan herion chase,
Cover up bloodshed,
We just ignore what the medias said,
And every tongue and head,
Shall bow, know the truth comes, with a heavy vow,
Ill suffer in pain, silence my name,
But ill back, once a-gain,