I got the recoil of mouth always yellin down my throat
The ridicule I face on about half the shit I wrote
Saying Im a washed up rapper who needs fresh soap
Caz this maybe my last album and record deal, nope
I aint gonna sit back and get ran over and mope
Im just gonna re-write my shit till it sounds dope
And hope that a fan will like it and spread the word
About the new cd be me that will destroy massacre
Fuck all them gangstas talking bout they hard
I'll make u hard to listen to when u rapping bout guns like a retard
The age of real hip hop is coming back to every niggas yard
And covering every cut up that g-unit scarred
Rappers re-enter ur mind, and record the shit inside u find
and ur lines u write will be defined as hip hops rewind
Back into the past like u guys in 2 pac were alive at the same time
Now unwind everything u got on ur record, promo, and mixes
And come to the top of rap and get off the shitless
Make u fierce as tyson and re-win the chicks kisses
U go to a club and they cheer and ur hear no disses
and 50-cent is about to be take down now, dont wanna miss this
Now the real is back to destroying mics, yea life is vicious