We have plaques displayed for tracks we laid,
Never broke, emcees jealous of stacks we made,
Perhaps a little over zealous in facts we trade,
Were a couple of fellas getting back tax we paid,
In a lac we laze, sipping a yack as 2pac played,
Fact remains our doe's legit no crack was slayed,
These whacks we played but no mack was sprayed,
No aid, do the math!.. or do you lack that grade?
Its for rap were paid! im not black no braid, go..
back a decade, was like who do i have to persuade?
I almost gave up! my wrist made a pass at a blade,
A gash sprayed! depressed smoking grass i swayed,
Thought id give god a blast so off to mass i prayed,
A brash come back it went off like a flash grenade,
The game we crash invade, flows no splash but a wave!
On a mass crusade, tours a sold out bash! where paid!