You take a cat from the west and you throw him deep in the south
Let him marinate there before ever seeking him out
Take him back to LA where he plays in the streets for awhile
Before he get knee deep enough to sink his teeth in the ground
You wake him up one day with a hunger to read in his Bible
You put him in church every weekend revival
Give him one homie to walk with him and teach him and guide him
Now he walks with the Lord now he's a disciple
It's the blue print 3 and he ride around bangin'
Not really aware what he ridin' round singin'
Heard illuminati rumors and he doesn't mind that
Here's Jay diss the Lord and he doesn't like that
So he did a little research and he started inspectin'
To his surprise he learned the dots were connectin'
Started back trackin' listenin' to old records
And it seems jiggaman's done a lot of disrespectin'
So he writes one verse but he doesn't wanna diss him
So he sits on it cause he wants to be a Christian
Sees the video and says somebody's gotta get him
And since nobody seems to want it with him I'm in 'em
Collected my pictures threw away the blueprint
Made up my mind I was really gonna do it
Knew that if I said I was gonna have to prove it
Cause a lot of what I found sound down right stupid
Recorded in my room and who knew that it would get hot
The only one I sent it to was World Star Hip Hop
The buzz made me nervous I ain't wanna be famous
Cause as a ghost writer I just got my first placement
They didn't know my name I didn't wanna say it
But then anybody could have said they was me playin
Sent out a statement they thought my name was Lavyss
I told 'em it was Bizzle and now there you have it
I didn't even plan on writin' about this I just started going and that's what happened. Yeah man keep telling my story. Y'all know me. Bizzle