True Natural -

«What is it about art anyway that we give it so much importance?

…The money earned, proof, pure and simple, of the value of that individual:

The artist

…You can never explain to someone who uses God’s gift to enslave,

that you have used God’s gift to be free.»

This movement of music for you is improving

How soon we forget what I do at events;

Ruin the mood of the room and they’re losing

As bullets of sweat drip down from their neck

Cause they’ve screwed the consumer, making them foolish

To choose what they did and it lost their respect

While I find it amusing as if their assuming

My rhymes aren’t the kind that are live and direct

Throw away any image of pushing me to the limit

I’m motivated and driven with unbelievable rhythm

To blow your brain with a written, so creative and vivid

Even if I keep it short as a conversation in prison

It’s vital that I know, ways to remind those

Why I’m designed for the stage with a rhyme flow

I’m insightful and hit some rough patches

Into more fans who rush the stage at us

Rather chew glass then see us with a brand new track

Then do that, and chew it like you can’t stand rap, for the

Word lovers, showing my true colors

Shaking the earth under your feet when I burn rubber

A true natural who can grab the room

Move the whole crowd and do what he has to do;

That’ll scratch a few records in the afternoon

I’m giving the whole culture new attitude

As something the crowd needs and no one can touch me

I’ve driven the country as heavy as concrete, with the

Cops thinking that I’m breaking the law

For the way that I walk through the day to enjoy

Wanna stop me and ask if they’ve already saw me before

When they put me in the back of their car

As if I’m running from the law cause they want war

Trying to put me on the floor like a trap door

Frame and Rex Rey, we’re making it sound great

Discovered and found ways to spread like an outbreak

While others are getting pissy as a worn out mattress

Inside a house that smells of old cabbage

Sucking wind as if a woman who’s fat slob

With corns on her toes that you could light match on

Food shopping and it’s random as a flash mob

Walking into stores to see if they can get reactions;

Like a kid who goes to school about to blast off

Cause they don’t wanna trash talk with a glass jaw

Another bullet screaming, «this is what you asked for!»

Taking a shot as if they caught it off the backboard