clicheguevara

All day long, I couldn't help but revel
That I got the chance to dance with the devil
And when I beefed up and used all of my muscle
I didn't even come close to knocking the hustle
And you know who's not a Black Star? Yeah me.
I'm whiter than powder and Brother Ali.
I'm not just white, dawg, I'm a Ghost Dog.
I'm the reason for the Nearly in the O-N-E
and I'm the biggest poppa since B-I-G
You know the legend would hit me with his uppercut in the jaw
And he'd have me looking like the soul man, drinking out a straw
We need to bring back the greats, the cats who would regulate
Then maybe I could stop being so irate about hip hop's state
Too many emcees today, none of their reflections are eternal
They could learn a lesson if they read just one personal journal
We need our hero's to come back out from under the stairs
Maybe if we could find Monster Island, and the secret lairs
I'm just glad that Viktor Vaughn isn't gone
Those discs were more badass than Spawn
I didn't need homegrown discs as a guide to understand them
I just wish I could understand why I'll get compared to Eminem
I'm not a producer, my tracks sound like shit
I'm barely even like Bugs, too legit to quit
But I always emit my wit when I spit
And so far cash doesn't rule anything around me
But that's cause I still haven't sold a single cd
I still remember when some group stole my rap virginity
When they spat about how it's them from 93 to infinity
And I still be seeing their third eye vision
And listen in awe at their flows precision