I hate my job so I always look to a better day//   Far from New York city on a tropical getaway//   But not in Miami//   'Cause these white Cuban anti-Castros can't stand me//   That's the reason I'll never win a fixed up latin grammy//   After this racist latinos will god damn me//   But my black people love me//   And when i go to South America people try to hug me   Cause I talk about reality that effects them//   And even though I blew up I could never neglect them//   What kind of revolutionary action would that be//   I'd be catogorized with practically every other emcee//   But never that 'cause I'm clever with facts//   Sever your raps, fake players and thugs will forever be wack//   I'm still rollin' with my squadron heavily strapped//   And even if I get killed I'll inevitibly be back//   Encyclopedia hispanica over digital debt//   Don't ever compare me to small minded criminal kats//   I kill kids on tracks like Dale Earnhart//   Spit on your face and leave your cheekbone with a burn mark//   I was born a genius but I learned to be street smart//   My vacation just started I'm out to the Caribbean//   Swimming in dominican women the colour of cinnamon//   You motherfuckers wish you had the life style I'm living in//      [East coast to west coast and everything stuck in between//   This is dedicated to everybody chasing their dreams//   This ghetto fabulous life really ain't what it seems//   But I'ma make it 'cause I got survival stuck in my genes]   X2