I said empty your mind

Be formless, shapeless, like water

I know you gonna dig this

I was born in the ghetto at the bottom of the map

Third grade moved up out the ghetto

Fourth grade moved back

Generated hella scraps

Separated from the pack

I was talented and black

Momma drove a pontiac

Brother stayed up on the track

Always said my dad was whack, fact

You can′t take fiction and try to decorate it as a fact

Add that there ain't no description

Of an educated man and really black

Blast back

When I used to diction to show em I′m dedicated to the craft

Past rap

This for those misused tryna get liberated from trap

Bad bag

Get me 50 feet like how

Eagles don't fly with the flock

Truth and evil gon collide when I talk

Hard to see when your eyes full of sog ohh you salty (french fries)

Pack the demon aside to baptize

They told you don't believe you can fly

But they ain′t tell you the boss in the sky hold up

I′m dreaming, wake up

You see everybody eating get your cake up

If your lines don't receive ′em get a shape up

Boys only get the beef when they stay soft

Snap out everyone can't out rap the hood if they could then they would

Can′t tell all of my partners to

Stay riding choppers to stop selling good

But I wish they would, I wish they would

Why don't you tell somebody this that′s in the dark

To start shining