Ayo, Like 50 I'm spittin out lyrical massacre
words affectin the population lika natural disaster
Fathering these lyrically less fortunate bastards
& reshape'n the game like Imma fuckin stair master
Strippin back to the orginal like a sand blaster
Keepin yall up to date like a news broadcaster
I'm so fabulous comin to the mic wit all this real talk
About how shit goes down on my block
Got a few packin the glocks and choppin the rocks
But that ain't where the real shots are being pop'd
I'm talkin bout the sands of Iraq where the wars bein fought
And young lives being taken, bodies being mistaken
Cuz you can't identify dental records on blown off faces
But we got rappers worried about their record sales
When we got record sales in headstones from troops sacrificing themselfs
So we can live free and be all we can be
And please believe being over there in the heat its no cup a tea
So realize that, don't be ungrateful and do your part
Cuz Karma is real and shit will come back to bless your heart