I typed out the transcript, just so those not comfortable watching it with swears can benefit
Let me ask Ya'll a question
When you look at my brothers, whats your first impression?
Does the sight of us leave you guessin', or do you understand the stressin'?
The agression, the look of no hope on ma niggas faces,
Like the Lord overlooked us when he handed down his graces,
You see, embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneurial fingers
Stuck in the walls of the project halls where the coke smell still lingers,
External blingers is all we can be,
Cos on the inside we been given nothin' to shine on
And a gig is harder to get than coke so niggas get they grind on
Cos TV tells us "aim high nigga, make all goals lateral"
But that takes paper that we don't have, So niggas put they soul up as collateral now
Some niggas reclaim 'em some blame 'em, makin' excuse to sell 'em
But when a nigga goes from not doin' to doin', what can you tell 'em?
Not to be a nigga? S*** I gots to be a nigga, thats how I pay the bills,
And I'm a do that whether I gotta sling this coke or exploit these rhyme skills,
See America makes you an opportunist, and at the same time they institutionalise you
So the fact that these niggas get these big record deals, big money and then go to jail shouldn't surprise you, thats what lies do
And most of these guys do have raw talent, just infantile education
So the business feeds them all the weed and ecstasy and the little bit of paper that provides classification
From all the bulls*** frustration they serve you
Meanwhile they corrupt your perception of what the real is,
See they taken all our businessmen and made 'em drug dealers
Took all our messengers, made 'em rappers just flappin' they jaws afraid to admit their treason
Took all our soldiers for the cause and made 'em killers for no reason and bein' f***ed up, well thats in this season so
If you're negative you're positive and if you're positive you're called a hater
But I maintain control of my soul 'cos I know it gets greater later
And I told ya'll the last show, I'm no hater, I just know what the truth is
I been inter-twining this puddin' for a year now, so I know where the proof is
It lies in these midtown Manhattan skyscrapers where former hustlers sign papers, and do f***ed up capers
By 16 infamous stars at a time
Got 'em choppin' and baggin' and servin' that s*** to niggas 16 bars at a time
And the crime is undetectable by the feds, 'cos in the heads of our kids is where the track is
And Music shoots straight to the soul and so potent, so its much more addictive than crack is
Now the high is just an illusion, lies and confusion
But just for that rush, just once, these young bucks'll go through it
So in essence they're still floodin' our streets with thugs, drugs and killin' they just using these record labels to do it
Takin' our heartfelt demos, puttin' us in Limos, tryin' to f*** up our direction
And most niggas is trained to chase money and ***** so we can fall victim to our own erection
Convincin' ourselves that we're on our way somewhere where we're not goin'
But ignorance is bliss and niggas love this so niggas take pride in not knowin' but we not growin',
Nigga I don't give a f*** how slick you flowin' if you ain't showin' these kids nothin' or adding nothin' positive to the Earth
See I been destined to touch this world since the day I was born
To be honest, f*** a deal, God gives me what I'm worth.