• When I design rhyme in daylight
    Or primetime I stay tight
    I walk the fine line between an emcee and a play right
    I represent the underground world, it's a unique scene
    There's no record deals, no videos and street teams
    I do shows to keep green
    I know I'm not a star man, I'm signed to myself
    And my mic's my A&R man
    In double nine I guess it's just a sign of tha times
    The spotlight that I've been looking for is finally mine
    I never thought about the dough when I'm designing my rhyme
    As long as I can reach my peoples over vinyl I'm fine
    It ain't about that
    I opened up for cats who ain't as dope as me
    While I rip the flow, they lips sink, the show hopelessly
    From Heaven I was set to game to entertain
    I may never pimp that '75 ta cop that blue range rover
    But even if I don't remain sober I'ma score double digits till the
    games over
    I don't care if I'm right, wrong , or in between
    All night long I pimp tha scene they said I couldn't write songs,
    I intervene
    Don't think because the battle rhymes are what I'm know for
    I can't out write the best of em, or rip the microphone
    Raw my words are deep
    Keep my tape handy when you're buzzin
    Let my thoughts deep inside ya dome,
    Tell a cousin or friend play my CD when you guzzlin' Gin
    Come down but then recite it when you buzzin' again
    You must respect the flow
    Point blank I'm a professional
    Exceptin' no less than excellence, that's how tha session go
    Embracin' my Rhyme, when I'm gone who's replacin' mine?
    I trace a line that transcend all space and time