I started rappin back in the class scribbling tracks   In hopes that one of my jokes would have the pretty young things laughin   The chubby little bastard with a nack for little debbies snacks   But what I lacked in looks I made up for it in passion   No advance and plus we make it happen   Your conscience more obnoxious then that laughy Taffy snappin   Goodbye yesterdays rags   Helloo high fashion   Hands before you’s a man that built a castle with sand   With no regards for tidelwaves and finally established   Til the water comes in gallon drums and wipes away my palace   But now im sittin lovely off in wonderland with Alice   With purple people passin me at the catapillar’s chalice   Ha, you prob thinking im wrong right?   Like I should quit writing these songs right?   Tell you what..do it better I just might   Take it back to 86 you wanna lick, sike!      Chorus   Don’t let the TV mislead you   Me and you dude we are not equal   Fuck you this is for my people   Fuck you this is for my people   Don’t try to hide like I cant see you   Your parents must’ve been trans and so see through   Fuck you this is for my people   Fuck you this is for my people   Put up your peace sign, put your index down   Put up your peace sign, put your index down   Put up your peace sign, put your index down   Put up your peace sign, put your index down      Busta Rhymes      Before I utter words and before I start to begin   Let me make sure you clear im about securing the wind   I puzzle up my words while I piece another concoction   Cause im stubborn with the thought that failure was never an option   I grinds like a car until my caleceous’s bleed   With the passion from my heart to the many mouths that I feed   That’s why I look at most of you stupid I know its odd   Because you can’t really do nuttin to me unless you GOD   But bein that none of you aint him….you can’t fuck with me now watch me erase them   Now trust me see im so determined   im walkin through the heap of gauntlets while the fire is burnin   Or how the tires turning on the rim of the V   I laugh and shake it off the shit they be doin to me   Wit all the yappin and talking and so and so think that you can ever stop the kid   OH NO      Chorus   So if you get in my way you know yer done son   You best believe what I say you better run son   Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones   Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones   You better kneel down and pray cause where I come from   We goin hard everyday that’s how the fights won   Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones   Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones   Put up the peace sign, put the index down   Put up the peace sign, put the index down   Put up the peace sign, put the index down   Put up the peace sign, put the index down      Travis      Look mom no hands   Yer little boys a man (god damn)   Everything you said is finally settin in   Trainin wheels fell off and I kept peddling   Now im ridin wheelies on this industry   Say the word I’ll ghostride this bitch instantly   Good lookin pop on the strength that you givin me   Wasn’t for you Gym Class would be history   I’m on my upstate shit   I Was Brooklyn broke but now im upstate rich   Gettin brains from two dames with French accents   Now I mess with local chicks I get em upstate shit   You prob thinking im wrong right?   Like I should quit writtin these songs right?   Tell you what do it better I just might   Take it back to 86 you want a lick, sike!      Now it’s a lot of yall that cant stand me   Cause my resembelance to prince is uncanny   But fuck you this is for my family   Fuck you this is for my family   Upstate new york to Miami   Up late recording in my jammies   I do it for my family   Fuck you this is for my family   Put up your peace sign, put your index down   Put up your peace sign, put your index down   Put up your peace sign, put your index down   Put up your peace sign, put your index down