Hah, så mye hat. Så ikke på et eneste av eksemplene mine. Ser du ingen poesi i dagens rap er det noe galt med deg. Det er nok snarere du som bør gå tilbake til skolen.

Produksjon er 90% av selve musikken. Å påstå at det ikke har noe å si er så grenseløst idiotisk at jeg ikke har ord for det.

Mama always told me I was crazy
And my hoes say I’m amazing but I don’t listen to a lady
But the bitch say I’m hot and I say “No bitch I’m blazin”
Like what the f**k you expect? I’m a motherf**kin Cajun
I feel caged in my mind, it’s like my flow doin time
I goes crazy inside but when it comes out it’s fine
Like lying...wait – watch, see I get better with time like a watch
Oshbegosh Posh Spice husband couldn’t kick it like I kick it bitch
I kicks it no serial like a landing I sticks it
Whatever she asks me after she licks it
That’s too explicit – but why you listening?
I smell smoke, and something sizzling
That’s her pussy so hey pussy play with pussy or play pussy

Everyone trying to be trife, never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that's what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp smack you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
& I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some buck that I roughed up way back
comin' back after all these years