Yo would you believe in a ghost who's breathing in smoke? Weaving divine with the reason with the heathenous soul No, you would never believe it even if it was so I can't breathe when I rap, wheezing must go Spitting backwards with the rap slow I'll ruin Christmas bitch, I'm Ebenezer you know You little cocaine freak baby your nose It's too easy, it shouldn't be a breeze When I blow I'm sleazy Low down shitty and greasy So you can read a book but all these idiots need me Imagine trying to see this fucking shit on your TV Or the CD showing you Chlamydia VD This is hip hop, it never pivot or leave me That's why the politicians can't get rid of graffiti And why I walk around in parts of city that's seedy Stealing from the rich just to give to the needy This is my dream, this is who I am, what I mean, man And this is where I been, what I've seen City lights, dime store hookers, crooks and the crack fiends You ain't listening, you ain't hear what rap means This is my dream, this is who I am, what I mean, man And this is where I been, what I've seen City lights, dime store hookers, crooks and the crack fiends You ain't listening, you ain't hear what rap means I was not writing rhymes like I'm Kool Moe Dee If you could see the future I wouldn't believe what you told me When I was sixteen I was pissing to OE We grew up fucked up and dawgs turned to dope fiends And it sucks when you don't even know what hope means closely And you thought that your future would just be so free It's what they told me, it wasn't the truth but so be it Homie, mama why the fuck did you bring me in this world? How can I have babies and give a break to my girl When I'm out of here speaking with the medicine look When everything I am and all I ever been is a crook My medicine's took, look doc, that ain't gonna fix me Look cop, you ain't gonna frisk me, get me? Piss me off like I ain't even a threat They know what I'm about but they don't even believe in it yet So maybe this is just the end of a closed-ass chapter And I ain't gonna be nothing but an old-ass rapper Who never made it, a has-been who never was And fiend to take an aspirin so I can get a buzz Cause it really ain't the talent that is making you blow That's the reason why I'm violent and I'm breaking your skull But no money ain't the reason that I made up the flow I just came to change the game and shake up the show rake in the dough This is the truth and it couldn't be nakeder yo My, I would love to have my skills wasted I know I came too far, no matter where you go Slaine you are A man who just followed his dream Really achieved something that is impossible Some really believed that the negativity was ever killing me, please I'm laying back with a Heini and a Philly to breathe