I'm A's dudes and wack crews Lay it down, kids can never walk a mile in my shoes
Shorty's clockin' me, always be comin' in the twos Niggas from the north, I'm bringin' you tracks and good news
My debut was railed to the blind industry mind Who never had the time, now kids press rewind to the top
But legally I gotta show love, call me A, B, and C, answers deep or the above
I attack the microphone like Jack Whip a rail for stacks
Leavin' kids no headroom like Max, try to react
But you were never con and never can kick a verse
When worse comes to worse, I'm better
Shine like genuine wine, rind of black patent leather
On half-naked honeys who forgot about the weather
* a exhibition and warm-up scrimmage
Shoot more words than macho men's spagism and ability
With this hip-hop, drop and fall apart
Who's representin' the art, me?
When they forget the history and the fake * start
Who's representin' the art, me?
I'm simulated by a tree of drama
I advance on the branch of respect and honor
A patient of the ill, state senator trauma
Never been one to side with Hama
For Armageddon, I'm gettin' Arm Plus armor
The karma of a martyr on the rise like the tympan in Southside Sina
The preface to the book, the life states the pack human
To it I react by stayin' strapped with a mac of courage
Parallel to a carousel of murders
I prefer to make it a dream
Make a life than take a life
Stopped at the street called Wise and made a right
Sorta how I play my bars, that's how I play the mic
First sign, cuff it, then figure * it
Check it, spit somethin' rugged
Other niggas be reluctant to touch it after me
Passively they strike, never matchin' me
Rapidly though placidly, I fabric the verbal tapestry
Tappin' the keg of your conscience
Navigate niggas like Farrakhan with a comp
If this hip-hop, drop and fall apart
Who's representin' the art, me?
When they forget the history and the fake * start
Who's representin' the art, me?
Kids settin', they watchin' five minutes fast to stay
On top of time, but I'm already ten minutes away
Nigga, play what you wanna play
He say, she say, but Socrates got the butters in T.O.DOT today
Slowly but surely, I pour the lyric into the glass of your mind
My rhyme will be the diamond that will cut through lines they butt you
To do, you don't know what to
Got wisdom like a tooth, incidentally, I get bucked too
Didn't get my just due, so I just had to do it
My mic or your mic, come on, no congruent
See bars and bars?
Rue to me be jubilee
On my neck and wrist be hot jewelry
My old man be schoolin' me
For sure, I rap good
Cats claim this hood a knighthood
Black man, your hood is a universe
On this earth, you was first through the worst
My kooka hurts
Bras to go upstairs
And we went through the purse
I don't curse around, do ya?
Spread love like rumors
Niggas like my tape, but how many were consumers?
Shout out to Honey's work and them hourglass hips
They Soprano, readin' Serrano
Dramatic episodes
Yo, comment up, let me play with niggas' brains
Like clay kits when I rock stage hits
Skip the rumors and lies so y'all under the stairs
When I drop my hip-hop, you'll be some Maytag repairmen
And flip-flop the fakes who thought they scored
And half-ass niggas sendin' you back to draw on boards
To deliver the real *, at least real spit on your mic
And versatile like a plate of real grits
If this hip-hop drop and fall apart
Who's representin' the art?
Me
When they forget the history and the fake * start
Who's representin' the art?
Me
Yes, sir
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