It ain’t hard to tell, scarred as hell, barred like jail. My mic is like psych and strike if it ain’t feel. The illest realest shit, this is it, A Hype legit. I type a bit, then release, when the streets want them beats. Flowed over, I sowed over the whole thang. Doper than cocaine to yo brain, my goal main. Tain, not cease, I got peace in my heart. The animosity monstrosity, I had to part. Nas is a GOAT, amass the quote that he wrote. I float like a boat when I hear a peer note. Everything precise, heavy swing oh so nice, Jesus Christ, he spit well, it ain’t hard to tell.
Now we go again, wow I sow the pen game. I know they say ho, I may go call men lame. I switch it up, never bitch it up toward her. See how I floored her, that’s cause I forward her. Muh’ fuckas crazy, suckas acting so hazy. Fact in this is you just a bust, lazy. Yeah, that’s what we call them fellas. Y’all them jealous ones, I relish in my funds. Duns, what up, haters, debaters, shut up. I’ma end yo drama, have ya bleeding gut up. Needing the stuff to puff, I don’t bluff. I’m buff and raising hell, it ain’t hard to tell.
The lesson I’m stressin’ is to be truly you. But some got numb and get they unruly crew. Bet they cruely do, shit that get old and told. But they never fold, won’t even ever mold. We gotta eliminate, lotta grim the hate give off. I live off passion, love of this fashion. Crashin’, smashin’, hit and shit, I get a bit. Of respect, more for neglect, but it all I can expect. Nas, the class teacher, reacher of the hip hop. Illmatic, still static off of the tip top. LP, well we wanna let it shine. Odds one the God’s Son, none, but bet it mine. I like to think, my mic and ink oh so well, with every word I spell, hell, it ain’t hard to tell.
