The rookie, thinks that you too full of yourself
All that fake spittin bad for your health
I fly under the radar like a stealth
I was born to rap, the real thing, not this gangsta trash
I'm old school, and back then we clapped to rap that wasn't wack
All this fake slang, since when were we ok with that?
Yo PK, you can diss me, but I know how real I am
I know the position of where I stand, A changed man
I'm like Mase, Born Again
The rookie's born to win
I'm gonna lose, but I'm more real than you
It's a fact, that I'm back on the map
I'm back on track, with the skill in my bag
Nobody here like me, cause I don't talk they talk
I don't walk their walk, or rhyme about someone being outlined in chalk
I went over the 16 lines, so DQ me, I don't mind
You say my flow is wack, that it goes off track, nah, that's rap
Old school's where it's at.
My rhymin may bounce around like Flubber
But I don't make pointless rhymes about needin a rubber
It's more than that, you can hate on me, cause I ain't no “Mack”
PK, I know real.
Real is stayin up at night, not knowin if you can go on
cause you don't believe a damn thing that you say any more.
It's, counting your blessings,
making them into battle lines,
listening to the sound of everbody's cries.
They want you to shine
But you led em off track
I don't gotta tell you cause I thought you knew
How I do
A real MC, I know you knew, you just, delayin the enavitable
I'm incredible
I'll end this now, clown, right on schedule.