Na Krakowskim czy w Nohant
  Wszędzie błysk nadziei taki sam
  Że wzajemna miłość w nas
  Przerwie niekochania czas
  
  Na długich listach ślady łez
  A pragnienie to tak silne jest
  By fatalna prysła nić
  Żeby kochanym być
  
  Czy na wierzby witkach mazowiecki wiatr
  O świtaniu dnia swą melodię gra
  Czy noc nad Majorką wdziewa czarny płaszcz
  Smutek jedną ma twarz
  
  Kiedy ci odmawia świat miłości tej
  Ty wciąż bardziej chcesz, bardziej pragniesz jej
  Oddałbyś winnice najwspanialszych nut
  Za czułości choć łut
  
  Na Krakowskim czy w Nohant
  Z tym pytaniem zawsze będziesz sam
  Kiedy świata pytasz się
  Czemu kochasz mnie tak źle
  
  W ust kąciku łza i sól
  W sercu ciemny niespełnienia ból
  I nie cieszy sławy smak
  Czemu tak? Dlaczego tak?
  
  
  Na Krakowskim czy w Nohant
  Wszędzie błysk nadziei taki sam
  Że wzajemna miłość w nas
  Przerwie niekochania czas
  
  W sercu tłucze się jak ptak
  Pragnienie silne tak
  I wciąż tej miłości, serca wzajemności
  Będzie ci do szczęścia brak
  
  Czemu tak? Dlaczego tak?
  
  
  
  
     I'm MJG, the nigga with the versatile style
  Check your calendar realize that I been here for awhile
  When I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and blues
  When hip hop originated slowly paid my dues
  And take my shoes, and try to walk a mile in my past
  Without them salt shaker sheisters tryin to get in that ass
  It's been too long, you motherfuckers fittin to feel the south
  Shut your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe
  I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shit
  Especially when other niggaz tryin to work in this bitch
  I paid my dues to the fullest, worked to god damn hard
  For you too kill the industry and leave me out of a job
  You niggaz strain yourself, to maintain yourself
  And now you playin with enough rope to actually hang yourself
  But you don't care, hell, you constantly fallin deep in the plot
  Mesmerized from all the bitches and the money you got
  You must of forgot they said that rap would never last ten years
  And if your selfish to the fact, I'm tryin to have a career
  Now listen here, what do we have, we got probable cause
  To keep the pen on the paper and the glock in your drawers, nigga
  
  Remember back when we used to do this shit for fun
  Bein the dopest on my block made me ranked number one
  No gun, just a pen and notebook paper by the sheet
  In the crib, gettin funky off the next nigga beat
  No electronics to make the shit that I wrote the chronic
  Shit sick enough to bring vomit from your stomach
  Quick as a comet, shield your eyes from the UV
  Groovey, like a nigga from a Batman movie
  Real about the shit that I express over dope beats
  You can't say it was fake unless you grew up on my street
  Concrete head niggaz, runnin from FED niggaz,
  Po' ass scared niggaz, that came out dead niggaz
  And all I ever wanted to be was an emcee
  Did a little dirt and found it wasn't for me
  Poetry flowin through my bloodstream like a drug
  I'm addicted to rhyme because I love the buzz, nigga
  
  Chorus, Repeat 2X:
  My reason for rhyme
  Because I'm true to this rap
  My reason for rhyme
  Because I'm real with this rap
  My reason for rhyme
  It ain't all about the cheese
  Even though fat lp's can make a nigga g's
  
  Verse 2, MJG:
  
  My reason for rhymin, while I'm in, a position to be tellin
  It's not about the fame and them bitches who be yellin
  At my concerts, one verse, dicks up, quick fuck
  Lies start spreadin now you tangled in a mix up
  I gits up, do sits up, and squeeze my mental mindrame back in order
  And use my hand as a tape recorder
  Jottin down all the information placed in front of me
  The good time, the bad time, the way I think it oughta be
  Now follow G, can you comprehend?
  If you can then drink a shot of Hen
  Hit this hand on your silver end
  Friends don't be friends and foes don't be foes
  However the way you bring it, that's how you want it, I suppose
  I can stay up out the game keep my aim on my paper
  And I'll be sure to keep my pimpin real with Tony Draper
  And I'll potray the man that I'm known to be
  Dim the lights (Hip-tie) for the MJG
  
  Chorus, Repeat 2X
  
  Verse 3, Eightball:
  
  Give me a crowd of wild niggaz who love real hip hop
  And watched smoke get soaked up, like water in a mop
  Drop presidents among me and my own folk
  And let that bullshit walk among the past with ghosts
  Ain't no hope of bein takin seriously
  When limited avenues are given to me
  So, naturally I take shit and make shit mine
  Jackin only for position in this thing called rhyme
  Freestyle, not great, but if you wait for a second
  I could write some shit down that could get a gold record
  Thought about not the first thing that I think about
  MJG and Eightball and hard is how we comin out
  Runnin out, niggaz who can't hold on like En Vogue
  Even though I moved out the mound I'm still ten toed
  Down for the shit I do, the Suave House crew
  True to this shit, because this shit is so true
  
  Chorus, Repeat 2X
  
  End with shoutouts