Verse 1:

It's like one for the microphone two for the camera

Three for deadbeats vagabonds panhandlers

Street scramblers alleyway managers

Substance abusers born losers mic damagers

Everybody screamin' representin' keep it real

But I'm still a worthless bum tryin' to get a record deal

Peep my lingo and every wise word the man speaks

I've been living on the streets and haven't showered for weeks

But time moves forward, there's no looking back

I'm homeless in pursuit of a record contract

I wish my whole crew was paid in full like Rakim's

But instead we're malnourished with skeleton-like limbs

Instead of a land cruiser with BBS rims

I got a busted pair of boots, and they're not even Tims

See most mc's claim their pockets stay knotted

Puttin' money in the bank, but point blank, I ain't got it

I used to pump chums, for money in lump sums

But now I snatch crumbs with a thousand young bums

I'm the everfresh, what I still possess remains measureless

My brain contains jewels and gems like a treasure chest

Raw deal, no lie, that's the real

And I can't remember the last time I had a hot meal

Society labels me a bum, and that's right

My crew keeps it tight, bums of the world let's unite

Chorus:

This one's for all the neighborhood bums

To all my brothers in the gutters, in the slums

In every city, no matter where you're from

To all my boys, make noise if your bum

(Repeat)

Verse 2:

Allow me to explain the mission, the pain infliction

I entertain so listen, my style rocks like Jane's Addiction

Mc's don't impress me, they know not to test me

We'll be at each other's throats like Mr. Belvede