I Lay Puzzle As I Backtrack To

In Hip Hop No One Cares. No One Stands Up For It And It's A Mess. We Need Order So We Can All Follow The Tradition Of Where We Came From. We Need To Keep Referring To The Pioneers.

Some Seek Fame Cause They Need Validation, Some Say Hating Is Confused Admiration.

Your Look Reflects Whats Happening In Your Mind.

It's A Thin Line Between Paper And Hate, Friends And Snakes, Nine Millis And Thirty-eights, Hell Or The Pearly Gates...i Was Destined To Come, Predicted, Blame God, He Blew Breath In My Lungs.

I Don't Respect Killers, I Respect O.g. Knowledge, Codes Of The Streets Got New Rules, But No Guidance. Lessons, Detrimental To A Young Disciple; Folks, Take Care Of Your Brothers, Niggas Do As I Do. Keep Your Enemies Close, Where They Can See You. It's Not Your Enemy Who Get You, It's Always Your Own People.