Hey, been a while since I had a verse up.
Oct. 19, 2004 (11:23 a.m. - 11:44 a.m.)
Now I got a task, that enemies don't think I can pass
Wit the game changin' slow and the names gone fast
The way that hip hop's rocked in the days that it came
Now they say "gimme the cash", then gimmick the act on stage
All I got is the Washingtons, and I'm from the city Washington
of PA, and see what they say, rate my cd, on MTV
Don't sweat it, off the internet, U shouldn't get it
Ruthless in my music movement, gotta stay protected
Disrespect it, cuz I'm a low rapper that faces neglect
Wait in line 4 my time, then it be like he next
I see da vets, get in their eyes, listen 2 my vibe
High in the quality of lyrics, not the quantity that gets them high
Only time will tell, tryna get a physique like LL
Flow like NaS "Illmatic", work at it like 2pac's habit
Get talkative, label stock wit it, but I don't match the price
Not gonna sell my soul, I'm gonna keep it right
So then it be like, U such lame, life stenched wit shame
Replied "U don't realize, that inside, I'm Loyal To The Game"