I gotta stay up and wield the strength of some ferocious suspicion
For the worryness is nothing-less but no competition
Put up for an even fight, how could I try to seek some high skill
With no one to deal, where have most Mcs have gone to just chill ?
Theres nomore thrill to this anymore, we need some more spitters
Who can pack a punch in lines and have some original hitters
It gives me jitters knowing the rap game is dieing more just to see
Where has it gone, leaving rap to some pop stars who lie for currency
It worries me how the game changes quick over the years
It ain't rap but, forget it no one cares about what they hear
Money makes it all work only for the weak just to speak
It ain't fair, why flaunt the cash around, where the city is bleak
You see true rappers like Tupac, people asking why did they die
It's the way of life, theres no knowing why not or why
Deep lyrics spoken from the wise, but where are they now ?
Probably dead, or already retired sitting on their couch