Now what the hell are we fighting for
Verbal wars are caused 'cause the hard go soft
Lines get crossed then get pissed off
Pistols get drawn and lives are lost
What a very large cost for a smaller than small force
‘Cause the garbage y'all applaud is as false as those mob laws
And that fictional mob boss in that flick that you knocked off
Impress Stang-tak
Get a backpack and cap and clap gats in Iraq

Tongues get chopped but the words don’t stop
Stars may drop but the world don’t stop
Thinking you’re on top and famous
But your legacy in hip-hop is nameless
Tongues get chopped but the words don’t stop
Stars are falling but the world don’t stop
Thinking you’re on top and famous
But your legacy in hip-hop is nameless

What do you deem meaningful
The things and thoughts that equal you
You say it false but sing it true
Holding a role in people's view
Low and behold what's deep in you
Beats at you, it eats at you
You see the creep start seeping through
You need someone to speak to you

Lord I’ve grown fatigued and weak from the strain of my passive ways
The pain and my rage boils my blood and makes it hard to pass the days
Regrettably I may have to say
My back can’t stand the massive weight
Of all the baggage and burdens of the battered and over worked
Who shed their blood and worth into the dirt of mother Earth
The thug in me wants to roar
Let the hard core of this soul burst
I’m letting the instrumental know that spitting this rhyme hurts
So fuck what you heard
It’s the rebel nigga from Jerz
Let me repeat the words
Better never sleep in the burbs
We earning respect in the game that has none to give
It’s do or die in this life of rhyme
I fight to death for my one to live

Tongues get chopped but the words don’t stop
Stars may drop but the world don’t stop
Thinking you’re on top and famous
But your legacy in hip-hop is nameless
Tongues get chopped but the words don’t stop
Stars are falling but the world don’t stop
Thinking you’re on top and famous
But your legacy in hip-hop is nameless

Ignorance stings
So know that I breed the warriors that live to slay kings
Money sings in the land
So I’ll shake the corporate hand to be able to bury it beneath the sand
Understand
Sold your soul to Sam
Your blood I have to spill
The slaughter of a fake is in demand
Past the point of thrill
You’re the king of your hill
But from the valley’s where the shadow of death comes to kill

Dead soldiers on this morning are put into coffins
Others mourning the murder of innocent families
You talking like you got the weight of the world
Let me speak to you man to girl

Tongues get chopped but the words don’t stop
Stars may drop but the world don’t stop
Thinking you’re on top and famous
But your legacy in hip-hop is nameless
Tongues get chopped but the words don’t stop
Stars are falling but the world don’t stop
Thinking you’re on top and famous
But your legacy in hip-hop is nameless