[sral]

"Dear Backpacker..." (2009)

Smack, batter, these “rap masters” whom attract laughter
Bitch, 1 minute of my life would Gangstafy u backpackers
Now that’s gangster, while these geeks wishin they could
Toss u on the block & watch u nerdify the streets in the hood
like ya themes are so good, space type spits - confuse the flow
Nik’s the best; I talk in the 3rd person, yall talk in like the 5th UFO
Shits true yall know? I got tricks on the low, flipping my dough
Jam 2 Live Crew while ya decipher the difference tween bitches & hoes
Pain is what I’m inflicting on foes, as I can handle war with…
Niggaz who want respect…wtf u gonna ask to battle for it?
dismantle more kids, think ya punch is a threat vs my fucken tech?
watch me leave u underground like the music u fuckers rep
Better duck or step, & I’mma lol, bitch, slappin u clowns quick
When yall not taking up space yall busy rapping about it
Fact is yall doubt this, like art is smart while we lost & fail
wish u fucken well but what good’s a product that doesn’t sell?!
my punches swell, my hoes are raw, & my diamonds show no flaws
Why don’t yall tighten the straps on ya Jansports & grow some balls
I oppose the law, call em my rivals as long as drugs hold my title
How the fuck am I gonna blame myself in the hunt for survival
only trustin my rifle, & since yall don’t relate I’ll give u jokes a break
Yall thinking chance or dance while I’m looking for a bone to ache
Wtf did yall grow to hate? mad cuz trappers more attractive on tracks
screaming originality are the same rappers who keep rapping about rap?
Yall the ones lacking the craft, rap bout what I want & make some cash
The music we created advanced while yall remained in the past
Entertainment’s the fact, I dare u phonies to dare to show me
By ur logic how can u be an MC & master an empty ceremony