F.a.n.s.

I was down on my luck

Out of my bucks

Growlin' my gut while in a rut

How I was smilin' when falice was callin' on uh

I was proud and I bust loud and enough to rally them up

My style is a child it was roudy and ruff

Such as life, when the dope ain't sellin'

The soap aint smellin'

Ripe dough aint swellin', no hope but nope I ain't failing tonight

And into the contest with nothin in my palm just

A microphone and god next to Tech to bless and I'm set

I won, the people voted for me to take the paper

Was fate the way it happened the show fell on

The day of my graduation day, so I chose the show

To go open for EPMD and Gaume that's how it was suppose to go

I didn't know that I was chosen never

Expected it but these people saw while the other

Haters rejected it, I tore through the hardest part

Of this art when most neglected it, I poured out

My soul on to the paper and you accepted it

You are my heart, you are my soul

I thank you for all you done for me

You are my art, you are my flow

My fans made it for everyone to see

Forever accepting N9nes soul