Now you're selling out, the devil sold a dream and you bought it without thinking about. How the beast will decrease the brain wave, with material thoughts from the crib to the grave.
I didn't know at the time that the energy that I was giving off was like a battle Emcee.
I'm on a higher plane with brain with a flame, feel the fire, desire the same.
I don't write, I build a rhyme.
In the street, your mouth's a beak, big like a bird, and your future's bleak.
LL's a laughing stock, cause I bit that ass to the last stop. I watched you fall like Hitler fell, and now your down to a broken L.