Verse1
I shouldn’t have to tell you I was born for this, rhymes and beats
they put a box by my side in a crib at 9 weeks
My premature birth sure shocked the nurse
my flow so tight it made my Mom’s water burst
I thirst for the mic, without it I’m hostile
didn’t fuck with no breast or that baby bottle
I couldn’t tolerate lactose it got me gassed
I walk humble routes on a narrow path
Shitted on the doctor’s smock, admit I was rude
First steps as a child was filled with attitude
Who woulda knew or known I’d be that saviour
crowned king of the microphone throne in Asia
Early on I was good at extortion
took my Mom’s womb hostage to avoid abortion
Bruising her belly always kicking a rhyme
So eager I spread her beaver just to get some shine
Chorus
This is life and death I got no regrets
all the money in the world can’t replace respect
In your core what you live for?
I’m never satisfied with what I got till I get more, get yours
get mines I was born to rhyme
and if it come to easy, it leaves in no time
(no lie) I dictate destiny
If my fate’s fucked up I’m breaking out with the weaponry
Verse2
They don’t understand what I’m saying I don’t get it myself
gobble up these power books I love the self-help cuz
None of yall cats is looking out for me
Fuck a freestyle I don’t spit shit for free
For a fee, I’ll give yall an ill performance
Ten people in the crowd I’ll rock like it’s enormous
I’m no novice, I’m a professional artist
Take flights overseas to expand my market
Lock down distribution, Sam Goody intrusion
Underground, mainstream? That issue confusing
All these rappers on cable I find them amusing
Feed the youth false hope with a spoon of illusion
Should clog ya asshole asshole don’t push it
shove the same thing you spit down your throat some bullshit
I serve competition like Peter Sampras
Leave your lame CD shit stained like Pampers
Chorus
This is life and death I got no regrets
all the money in the world can’t replace respect
In your core what you live for?
I’m never satisfied with what I got till I get more, get yours
get mines I was born to rhyme
and if it come to easy, it leaves in no time
(no lie) I dictate destiny
If my fate’s fucked up I’m breaking out with the weaponry
Verse3
When I die let me rest in peace
invest my bread in the ghetto let it rise like yeast or like
Lazarus celebrate like Easter
Let my soul on a CD resurrect in a speaker
A student only tight as his teacher
Every day’s palm Sunday give me dap when I meet ya
Death strikes without warning even during my seizure
I’ma laugh at the devil grinning at the grin reaper
Hold it down dolo won’t depend on a feature
Take heed to what the media feed ya
Reach ya innermost inhale my ashes
Exorcise your hard drive I possess my masters
ADATs those DATs, them discs are haunted
wrists flip man these rap cats rarely want it
In the end my friend if you truly knew me
Kick this verse at hearse acapella at my eulogy
Chorus
This is life and death I got no regrets
all the money in the world can’t replace respect
In your core what you live for?
I’m never satisfied with what I got till I get more, get yours
get mines I was born to rhyme
and if it come to easy, it leaves in no time
(no lie) I dictate destiny
If my fate’s fucked up I’m breaking out with the weaponry
Scratch
Get it correct, I’d rather be broke and have a whole lotta respect
Stay true to the art to the end, never put it down my friend
Get it correct, I’d rather be broke and have a whole lotta respect
Stay true to the art no doubt