[Verse 1]

Shit I'm up late

Tryin' to re-record my dub plate

It's love hate and this game is in a rough state

Some kids hate and wanna show up at my club dates

Go and talk shit I'll shut you up with duct tape

This is goin' out for deejay's with vinyl

For every hip hop head, black to albino

Record executive who still got they spinal

Drop this for the kids who wore their pants low in high school

(C'mon!) nothin ever comes for free

I'm send this out for everyone who runs with me

Help me build up and live life comfortably

I'll remember everything that you've done for me

So let me talk clear up my brain and give props

Spit this for kids with a real love for hip hop

Fuck all that blah blah blah blah same thing

Everybody says the same thing, I can't stand that!

This is for the girls who gots they mans back

And can appreciate a song that ain't a dance track

Spittin this right here for everyone who's original

Drop somethin' different, not the same ol' shitty flow



[Chorus] x 2 (WITH VARIATIONS)

{"Ya'll know the name"}

{"Class"} {"You hit 'em up"}

{"Claimin' that you pack heat"} {"What?"} {"The Fuck"}

{"Represent hip hop"}

{"Emcees, Deejays"} {"Graffiti"}



[Verse 2]

Yo I'll admit life is tricky

I know some kids in this game who'd die to hit me, jealous bastards!

Open your mouth and your gettin slapped backwards

Drop this for kids who have a beer and are plastered

Spittin' this for the marijuana smokers

For anybody high drunk or sober

I drop this for ?painters? and every street breaker

The fifth element of hip hop: the beat makers

Got beef? we'll meet later

I've got more important things to do, than start shit and swing