Look at where you at look look at where you're going    Listen to the rhyme check the way I'm flowing    Got to come correct when I select words for wreck    Because respect means more than any bullshit check    I clain that L.V.P. now knowledge that's on me    Can't disrespect my O.G.s or roughneck reality    See I've been down from the start to tear a sucker apart    Fuck money guns and hoes just flow to show if you've got heart    And we can go rounds you low-down duck    Got stuck with a beat-down in P-town cause your style sucks    You little mark yo you didn't expect it    Like a pack of drunk drivers man some crew straight wrecked shit    And ain't that 'bout a bitch? Got jacked in Oregon that's my    Origin fuck around and now you'll never snore again    Slept like a baby thinking you were all that    Your'e all wack player now look at where you at    Look at where you at    Stop and just listen 'cause ain't no time for riffing    Just scoping and hoping I'll get open like a gift when    Everybody's watching M.C.s beging jocking    Back in the day we used to play and punks got picked like cotton    But look at where I'm at now I'm ripping up the track    Got my mind on a mission now there ain't no turning back    Peace to Mr. Sam-I-Am for putting me on the path    Look into the rear-view mirror and today I just laugh    Back then I used to stumble fumble on the mic or mumble    But you still put me on so now I try to be humble    Went to Mecca to get my step correct and do my part    Now it's Mecca on my mind and Mecca in my heart    Still I depart from the past last night went fast    Pete Miser is what I'm known as so now I watch my own ass    Want to be all that without holding a strap    Money grip don't trip just look at where you at    -It ain't where you're from it's where you're at-    I'm setting it off you're lost so stop and clock your plotted position    Boy you put upon wax a track that lacks any facts what I mean you're    slipping    When I'm hitting I'm kicking the thick non-fiction upon my nation    Understanding the place I'm facing through the knowledge of foundation    Case in point the path I traveled unraveled as each step had landed    Took a look at now for known-how beat my brow where demanded    Know I'm branded like cattle as the one in battle to make it    Not a snake kid or a viper or a diaper I don't take shit    From no-one throw one out to show the clout that I'm attaining    Rough like leather and like Portland weather better bet I'll be    reigning    With an iron fist I dissed you mister pissed you off a little bit    But the hits that I swung will keep you strung out like a fiddle now    sit    Your ass down 'cause the last clown that tried to step    Got swept like a dustpan man you understand?    A fan of no one 'cause I know none that can bust a better rap    I'm from the West Coast West Coast now look at where you at