[Verse 1]   Yo, I'm on a paper chase for the doe   Promoters better get my doe   After the show   There's like no   Reason to be in a situation where   Fists and Tims is flying in your faces, and   Body parts get ripped apart   Don't think because I'm underground you won't get got   I'm cool   Relaxed throw back   The Cognac   You fool   I drink from the bottle and not the glass   Live Hip-hop, flip-flop's, drop top niggaz   Barber shops, stups, blocks, hard rock niggaz   Keep grilling me   It's just a part of game   It's a part of the landscape and the terrain   I maintain   Vision is clear   Studied my peers   No longer will I waste a whole night on beer   I spent years   Crafting the art, write from the heart   And most niggaz need to return to the start   It's alright   Rappers won't all see the light   Rappers won't all get chance on the mic   But most like-ly., they get in a Bar fight   That's just not me   That's not my life      [Chorus]   I'm not trying to fight black   I'm just cool, calm and relaxed   So won't you do your thing, son and I'm a do mine   I put my life on the rhyme      [Verse 2]   Recorded on a Tasc 4-track   Tapes, adats, adats to wax   Niggaz act   Like I ain't be dropping 'em gems   Like my hands ain't been on the ASR 10   Nigga   Like I'm a virgin to this   Like me production ain't the murderess shit   Like you ain't a dime a dozen   Cousin I'm ill   Appeal   With unmistakable rhyme skill   It's real   I built it from the underground up   How dare you tell me that the underground sucks   I spill my life, my guts   My feelings on music   Not only do I show, son I prove it   Niggaz pack ruggers, nines, knives and such   A severe case of bad luck   Must of struck   How fast can you get a buck   Quick for the dollar   A rope on your neck niggaz quick for the collar   Life's bitch, but the bitch don't sleep   You spend most of your time in the street   That's weak   I spend most of time with the beats   I'm really hard to reach   In the studio my time is increased      [Chorus]