This is me Vlizzle, no AK's to shoot wit
no choos-ing, once you in
....you ain't mov-in
We grew a crew from two kids
we added music
and put our words to it
got mics to fuse wit
and thought it's our chance to do this
and prove that it's our stand to make
our grands to make
like make money, while guys procrastinate
emcee by emcee Vlizzle belittled like Santa's aid
the crew asked to play
so now I let them have their way
gangstas sit on their ass and wait
masturbate, and make plans to overtake
but thats K

The way i see, more fathers should wear condoms
to stop their kids from being problems
hindering artist's options
got Siya believing we should've shot him
but we stopped him
thank God coz he had gone to fetch him
and any second the cemetery would've had MX checked in
although tempting its best that we had left him
Now that that's off my chest, raps best, is back to get let in
so let's begin

We got a document to which we abide
we ride, coz we believe it;s our gift from the sky
no-one sits on the sideline, everybody's inside
keeping our team alive/ keeping our dreams high
while we fly along wit them, keeping it on a sly

Now the cops don't notice, moms dont notice
dads dont either, coz we got the focus
we drop drops of liqour for our dropped soldiers
let the soil soak up the spoils of being a hip hop stock holder

but  still ain't no stage for me, no status
no way for me to make papers
but i made papers, i wrote pages and pages
nothing changed, maybe it ain't in my nature
but i must remain determined like rapists
HEY! this is me, stop playing with Satan....
ages pass by, it ain't making it safer
so you know... Wayne will come out and play later

In this world, instead of actors we have gangstas
no pratices
nope, no play for second chances
sad coz thingd getting stripped from rappers
like the opposite of Santa

but its our struggle and our our troubles we must go through
no use to argue, you new so no one knows you
there is, no fruit, on these trees we believe to be close to
only cold truth
that sends chills through your whole crew

are we gonna make?
am I stripped naked?
even before the sweet juices was tasted

I don't fake it!

coz I can take it
I felt real cold and it hasn't left me tainted
pictures taken and visions painted
in words, Yeah so many relieved faces
I aint a sane kid
no saint neither, but waiting for Saint's gift
she's crazy... me too that's why I'm keeping my paces

Time on MX was wasted
left me making statements
going through phases
but I knew his rhymes were copied and pasted

I aint no Buddha no Jesus nor Jehova
no owner of no plantet, no power to keep it colder
I ain't no stoner no smoker
but couldn;t be any closer
from dying..... from all the second hand that I choke on
but through the smoke I see the line I must cross over
I'm so close now, or am I tripping from dashed soda....

DAMN!!