Many mc's are mislead   Mislead by the lies that they pump in their heads   The money and the fame that they're hoping to find   Will never come close to the scope of my rhyme   Now some have been succesful but really   And yo, these mc's are clearly not nearly   Up to this level or should I say caliber   Because I'm hype that the company's selling me   Because they'll take a dud, talk some crud and then push him   But in the next year, someone new will just squoosh him   Because when you sell out to appeal to the masses   You have to go back and enroll in some classes   So cash in your check 'cause it's the last one you get   The tables have turn and now you ain't in effect   So jet to the rear and you better just follow   'cause what's here today maybe gone tomorrow      Here and gone in a flash, some made cash   While other suckers go broke real fast   Some never make any money but still they act funny   Like they're thinking they're running   Things, wearing rings and medallions   Then listen to their rhymes when we rather take valiums   'cause swiftness and skills they are lacking   So I send them packing, they should have know not to tax in   And smashing all of the vocals to smithereens   Watching them collecting themselves 'cause they ? (bitter seen)?    But some find happiness while others find sorrow   And what's here today, maybe gone tomorrow