Woo! Geah, geah (Young), geah
  Uhh, turn the music up, turn the lights down
  I'm in my zone
  
  [Chorus]
  Thank God for grantin me this moment of clarity
  This moment of honesty - the world'll feel my truths
  All through my +Hard Knock Lifetime+, +A Gift and a Curse+
  I gave you +Volume+ after +Volume+ of my work
  So you can feel my truths
  I built the +Dynasty+ by bein one of the realist niggaz out
  Way beyond the +Reasonable Doubt+ - y'all can't fill my shoes
  From my +Blueprint+ beginnin to that +Black Album+ endin
  Listen close you'll hear what I'm about
  Nigga, feel my truths
  
  [Verse One]
  Pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
  Between him doin heroin and me doin crack sales
  With that in the eggshell, standin at the tabernacle
  Rather the church, pretendin to be hurt, wouldn't work
  So a smirk was all on my face
  Like damn, that man's face is just like my face
  So pop, I forgive you for all the shit that I lived through
  It wasn't all your fault, homey you got caught
  Into the same game I fought, that Uncle Ray lost
  My big brothers and so many others I saw
  I'm just glad we got to see each other
  Talk and re-meet each other
  Save a place in heaven 'til the next time we meet forever!
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse Two]
  Music business hate me cause the industry ain't make me
  Hustlers and boosters embrace me and the music I be makin
  I dumbed down for my audience to double my dollars
  They criticized me for it yet they all yell "HOLLA!"
  If skills sold, truth be told, I'd probably be
  lyrically, Talib Kweli
  Truthfully I wanna rhyme like Common Sense
  But I did five mill' - I ain't been rhymin like Common since
  When your cents got that much in common
  And you been hustlin since, your inception
  Fuck perception go with what makes sense
  Since I know what I'm up against
  We as rappers must decide what's most impor-tant
  And I can't help the poor if I'm one of them
  So I got rich and gave back, to me that's the win/win
  So next time you see the homey and his rims spin
  Just know my mind is workin just like them...
  ... rims, that is
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse Three]
  My homey Sig' was on a tear where no tears should fall
  Cause he was on the block where no squares get off
  See in my inner circle all we do is ball
  'Til we all got triangles on our wall
  Ain't just rappin for the plat-i-num, y'all record
  I recall, cause I really been there before
  Four scores and seven years ago prepared the flow
  Prepared for war, I should fear no man
  You don't hear me though
  These words ain't just 'pared to go
  In one ear, out the other ear, no! Yo
  My balls and my word is alls I have
  Whatchu gon' do to me nigga, scars or scab?
  Whatchu gon' box me homey? I can dodge a jab
  Three shots couldn't touch me, thank God for dat
  I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
  And the whole BK, nigga holla back
  
  [Chorus]