Verse 1:
I say build your planet and never let any knock you out of your orbit/ and keep playin' the game till these muthafuckas forfeit/
And never forget/ your mind is a fortress/
If they try to bring you down they horse shit/
Use these words to build a portrait/ you on some whore shit/
I'm livin' the poor shit/
Waitin' for the day I'm gettin' part of my portion/
Make you die in your sleep like an abortion/ voice hours and/
At your door forcin'/ our way in/
It's not how I thought the day would begin/
Usually starts with listenin' to the Eminem/
Now I gotta be killin' him and em/
When I start a project, I fuckin' finish it/
I'm tired of hearin' your bullshit/
If you ain't independent, you cat fished/ red carpet assassins/
Take you out then I cash in/ fuck rappin' about fashion/
You think I'm jokin'/ I ain't fuckin' half in/ full of rage and passion/
White trash in the front/ dreams of white mansions/
I'll be damned if I'm the last man in/
You can kiss my ass on the passin'/ tip the ball on the pass in/
You can kiss my dick and take a hit of the hash pen/
Yeah, we mosh pit mashin'/

Chorus:
Money and fame don't mean shit to me/
Ain't concerned with my name goin' down in history/
You where here, then disappeared/ It's a mystery/ down for me/
That's what it appeared to be [X2]

Verse 2:
It's all about that rhyming/ making sure it's intertwining/
It's the return of the shining/
Finding out life isn't what I thought it was/
Always goin; to bed with a little buzz/
Wake up with a lot on my brain/
Pop a few just to deal with the pain/ face full of shame/
Picture a fire with me in the flames/ ain't playin' no games/
My brains rearranged/ but I'm still maintaining the same/
Still learning how to deal with this internal burning rage/
Not content with the chapter so I'm turning the page/
Tired of earning minimum wage/ drivin' me fuckin' insane/
Fuckin' deranged/ on a rampage/ you abandoned me/
Betta hope you out of my rage/ dealing with so much pain/
I don't think you can gauge/ till then we can never be the same/

Chorus:
Money and fame don't mean shit to me/
Ain't concerned with my name goin' down in history/
You where here, then disappeared/ It's a mystery/ down for me/
That's what it appeared to be [X2]

Verse 3:
Every time I write, I conjure up the spirit of B.I.G. and Pac/
Speaking in tongues/ writin' my rhymes in chalk/
Cursing the ground on which I walk/
Smoking pot till my brain cells rot/ writing my curses in cursive/
Every word I thought/ I fought for every song I bought/
Got caught for every fuckin' rhyme I shot/
It's not what you thought/ every song is wrong?/
I stayed the course now I'm growing strong/
It's been this way for way to long/
Screamin' till my voice is hoarse/ but it's where I belong/
It's time for a change/ so I fill em full of fear and offend/
Final fury/ forget revenge/
Salivate when I break my rage like the hateful eight/
Aim my gauge for the top/ fuck you I have not forgot/
Every time you throw away my note book on the spot/
I love you but what the fuck?/ all the wars I fought/
Money I spent/ CD's I bought/ that you snapped in half/ looked at me and laughed/ pissed off cause I thrashed my room/ snapped the broom/ said "fuck ya groom"/ eatin' shrooms/
Just to piss you off/
So I smoked weed at the bottom of the block/
Knowin' damn well I was gonna get caught/
I did it all just to throw salt in the wound/
Assault and someone gets sued/
Lookin' at me, soon as I waltz in room/
Tellin' me I'm livin' for hell and I'm gonna be doomed/ music/
It's all I want/ I just wanted your support/
Instead you tellin' me to abort/
Sayin' I'm gonna be comin' up short/ gonna prove you wrong/
Sincerely, Dearly Departed/

Chorus:
Money and fame don't mean shit to me/
Ain't concerned with my name goin' down in history/
You where here, then disappeared/ It's a mystery/ down for me/
That's what it appeared to be [X2]