For Whom The Beat Tolls

Yo, my hands are dirty 'cause I shook yours

Yea, you tried to curse me 'cause I took yours

But where?, somewhere, nowhere near

I walk where no man dares

So the world could share one man's fair

My cares are your cares

Your tears are my tears

When you talk to God, I eavesdrop on your prayers

I eavesdrop on your prayers

The industry could not stop my career

Fuck your record sales, where's your skills at?

You gotta million fans, but you're still wack

I can't feel that, what they've been exposed to is not real rap

Real rap is like chemical crack

I'm drippin' by my addiction is stealin' and bring it back

I prove it on every single track; I prove it on every single track

This is real Hip-Hop before it became rap

Do these magazines mention that? NO!

Does radio pay attention to that? NO!

Do they thank us for representin' that? No!

You think I let 'em get away with that? NO!

They just use us, abuse us

Stupid fuckin' reality shows do not amuse us

But they don't give two fucks; I said they don't give two fucks

Now it's all up to you, buts...