Think About It

Now every now n then I think about my past
N how i smashed all these other rappers with the gas
Its been ten years goin on eleven
N i still record the kill In every booth that i stepped in
U slept in, u ain't grind as hard
U just think ur shit n thats what sets us apart
Real recognize real the hood fucks with it
Cuz we spit what they feel whatsup pimpen?
I got angels guiden' me on my path
Too many homies past that have had my back
Its like this hip hop shit went n saved my life
Too many good times In the beats and rhymes
Its The feelin u get when ur live on a set
N u hop off stage n they say much respect
I do this for my fam that reside in Spokane
Ill b livin' this shit till ima dusty old man
Homie

Every now an then i think about my raps
An how many rythyms i can hittem wit when i attack
Im on the frontline the captain of ryhmes
Get ya neck doin the sorta thang that snaps a spine
Breakin yall casper lines ghost write
Cuz you pussys dont even use ya mind
Look at the time wake up muthafucka open ya eyes
Tre fitty swoop in the city wit truth of gritty
News to shitty to play on radio its blues to fitting
For you to be sitting when im live
I wrote this in five minutes in the booth rap crazy
But i call it ambitious
You can snap pictures of the loch ness
But never catch an image of me spittin in yo mind
Steady tryin to copy the realness all the time
Clones get ya own stop tryin to cop my hip hop lines