Old to the culture, New to the Scene

Old to the culture, New to the Scene

When I was young I started battle on the block
Puffin weed, freestylin, just standin on the spot
Dissin eachother, everybody matchin what you got
Street kids, number one strivin, rappin for the props

I ain't back, I never left, I've just took a stressless rest
That don't change my lyrical skills heavenly bless, ya..
Wish a end of this mess, it's like we're kept in this hell
Nobody can change your life, you can only better yourself
Never settle for less, my rhymes so ill they affecting your health
What you know about cypherin, do you fall if I set you to test?
You wouldn't survive for a day where I'm restin my head
Come to the depths of my set and I can bet you wet in your bed
Roll up the buddha dawg, fill your chest with sess, but
I don't need to get high to get fly, I'm already fresh to death
And nah I never follow what the masses do, I'm settin trends
This is nothing to me, I do this shit effertless - my text is best
Chill, relaxe, just vibe with me, when I'm gettin, stuck in my zone
Just let me get right when I'm puffin a bone, powerfull calibres
And I'll start bustin my poems like I'm buckin a crome
Yeah you stand tough with ya crew but your nuthin alone
I don't know what stuff that you're on, but keep that bullshit
Cause you're riskin to receive a full clip
"M is for music", but tell me this, where the hell is the music?
All I see is fake thugs, they turnin these Gents into shooters
Posers with manuscripts, bozo's gets holes when the gat'll spit
Go on and grab the fifth, and show these pussys how we handle shit
Fuck do I care about The Hills, come to my neck of the woods
Where you' get delt by them crooks just cause you stepped on a foot
They give you a hell of a look, motherfucker I can tell that your shook
You're not a warrior, your the one who dies in the end of the book
Tragic flow, you can steal all my lyrics but you still lack my magic glow!
Realize your wack for sure while my raps is dope like the crack they smoke
Dust is on the corner kickin, so sick they can't find the antidote
My earopium shit is like smack and coke for an addicts jones..
Pass the cone and play this in your stereo
Cause I've been doing this since ten years or so..
Old to the culture but the new to the scene
I'm somone true you believe, I'm not livin a dream
I started my carreer battling motherfuckers on the streetcorners
And you and me shouldn't get at it cus in two minutes it'll be over
Classes is in session, I keepin rappers under pressure
I take it back to the essence rather than the present
I paint pictures vividly from the spirit in me and my illmaculate expressing
I bring that approach that you're missin' when it's captured in a session

When I was young I started battle on the block
Puffin weed, freestylin, just standin on the spot
Dissin eachother, everybody matchin what you got
Street kids, number one strivin, rappin for the props