Chi-Town to LA
New York to the A
Miami to Texas
It's the USA
That's my target market, homie
Every face and race
The smartest to the hardest
Until the day that I'm slain
Every hustla, busta, slanger and slave
It's for the home of the free, homie
Home of the brave
Even the deaf can feel my breath when I say
I'm the way
And for what it's worth
I'll put interpreters on the stage.
Shake the earth with my rage
With a turn of the page
You can observe a gift and a curse
From the worth of my race
Work for perfect
But incur with the flame
I heard of fame
Only thing I'm in a hurry for
Is making my words rain
Because homie, I do things
Let the truth ring
Your new king
Give me that yellow and blue chain
Why I entertain?
A prophet gotta touch his peeps
Why I like expensive things?
I gotta be sucka free.
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