Yo- Kneel down and pray,cuz now is the day,
i awake my page in rage,
cuz to my dismay emcees are gettin slayed,
for all the wrong reasons,jus cuz they don wanna battle,
Rollin with the rest of the herd- jus like cattle,
You better take you ass right down to the chapel,
And think of the people out there,
Jus lyin,dyin on the streets,cuz of beef,
But dont worry-emcees chat about packin heat,
but no that wont make it no better,so prepare for bloodstains on your brand new sweater,
im a wannabe trend setter - top shotta,
all you fake emcees cant flow no hotter,
Yo-cuz i beleive i can feel releived,
by acheivein these dreams that seem to wannabe,
when the situations bleak,Jus look outside,
to the street we confide in,
the street we smoke fuk and ride in,
providin ya ain blind you'll find,
the streets are full of murders and mass crimes,
you fakes ass bitches cant test these rhymes,
access denied,your temperature rise,
until you suddenly explode with motion,
heart implodes from drinking my potent potion,
i got mans getting prang from the notion,
ill get your body zipped up in a bag,and thrown it in the ocean,