Uh, look, y'all rap careers all headed south like Route 1-9
You're an artist but you only got one design
That's a name you can underline
It's dark underground but I don't wait for the sun to shine (I'll wait to shine)
Every rapper on their summer grind
Some are deaf, some are dumb and some are blind
I'm in the first category 'cause I can't hear ya niggas
Tell your label I'm the one to sign
I'm the one they should run and find
Who can do what I do? Not that many come to mind
When it come to rhyme, I'm like Dr. Seuss
Not a creep but got some shit that can stop a truce
Prosecutor and I got the proof
Rappers say they got a lot of money but that's not the truth
When I spit you can lock the booth
And throw away the key, what you see here'll shock the youth
'Cause any rapper in my age range must've failed
And looking to get a grade change
But I crush that theory when you look and you hear me
You know what you see is way strange
Lot of niggas off their A games
I diss 'em all but I ain't sayin' names
But if I'm forced and I have to
You know that I will, better chill before I come at you, Ace!

Listen closely
I am the man in charge, yeah (diamon' in the back)
You know the ammo
No bi-biting allowed

Yeah, we go together like sweater and hat
With Diamond on the track what could be better than that?
To be contestant with just an incredible net
Cookin' up a main 'cause with this edible rap
The game of life is like a knife, dead in the back
Watch how you walk or get caught with your leg in the trash
The first step is they gon' ask what colors you rep
The red, white and the blue or the green, red and the black
They always try to make us pick up a side
I refuse to be one of them dudes they kick aside
I am still a great force to be reckoned with
Diggin' in the crates, that's who I'm reppin' with
Yup, y'all ain't used to this sort of skills
We've been nice since British walkers and quaterfields
And y'all can have all them singin' thugs
The ace and dime are still greater than the king of clubs

Listen closely
I am the man in charge, yeah (diamon' in the back)
You know the ammo
No bi-biting allowed

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