Many mc's are mislead Mislead by the lies that they pump in their heads The money and the fame that they're hoping to find Will never come close to the scope of my rhyme Now some have been succesful but really And yo, these mc's are clearly not nearly Up to this level or should I say caliber Because I'm hype that the company's selling me Because they'll take a dud, talk some crud and then push him But in the next year, someone new will just squoosh him Because when you sell out to appeal to the masses You have to go back and enroll in some classes So cash in your check 'cause it's the last one you get The tables have turn and now you ain't in effect So jet to the rear and you better just follow 'cause what's here today maybe gone tomorrow
Here and gone in a flash, some made cash While other suckers go broke real fast Some never make any money but still they act funny Like they're thinking they're running Things, wearing rings and medallions Then listen to their rhymes when we rather take valiums 'cause swiftness and skills they are lacking So I send them packing, they should have know not to tax in And smashing all of the vocals to smithereens Watching them collecting themselves 'cause they ? (bitter seen)? But some find happiness while others find sorrow And what's here today, maybe gone tomorrow