REPORTIN LIVE FROM MY ORIGINAL EYE/
ORIGINAL SIN, COULD BE THE ORIGINAL LIE/
NEVER LISTENED TO KRS, CRIMINAL MINDS/
BUT I DONE KICKED IT WIT' CRIMINALS PLENTY OF TIMES/
EVERY PART OF MY IDENTITY'S MINE/
NO CARBON COPY, SO FAR NO ONE CAN TOP ME/
I'M CROSSIN THE INFINITY LINE,
AND NO BRAIN WASHED CAVEMAN INSIDE A COP CAR CAN STOP ME/
HOW A SQUARE NIGGA GET SO COCKY/
YOU BETTER BE PREPARED ONCE THIS HANGMAN DROPS ME/
CAUSE I'VE BEEN LIVIN LIFE WITH AN INVISIBLE NOOSE AROUND MY NECK,
DESTROYIN EVERYTHING THAT KNOTS ME/
GET IT? I'M DESTROYIN EVERYTHING THAT'S NOT ME/
AND NO I NEVER CLAIM TO BE ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY/
WHAT I'M SAYIN IS I NEVER CLAIM TO BE HOOD,
BUT I'M NOT EXACTLY THE GOOD FROM COMPTEEN/
BUT YOU FROM THE SUBURBS I BET YOU NEVER STRUGGLED NIGGA/
HMM... WELL HARDY HAR HAR, I GOTTA WHOLE ALBUM FULL OF MY REBUTTAL NIGGA/
THEN WE'LL SEE WHO'LL BE PULLIN WHO'S CARD/
AND I AINT EVEN TRYNA START NO TROUBLE NIGGA,
ALL I'M SAYIN WHEN IT COMES TO THESE BARS,
DIS WHAT I WANTED SINCE BEFORE I TOOK THE SHUTTLE NIGGA/
YOU CAN ASK MY LITTLE BROTHA NIGGA/

ONLY THING I KNOW IS TRUTH
SO THAT'S WHAT YOU SHOULD HOLD ME TO
MAKE YOUR NEXT MOVE YOUR BEST MOVE
CAUSE IT COULD BE YOUR ONLY MOVE
(REPEATED 1X)

MY NIGGA FAAHZ COOL THE TRACK DOWN/
I HEAR ANGELS IN THE BACKGROUND/
SO I GUESS IT GOES WITHOUT SAYIN,
THAT I'M BOUT TO BLESS THE TRACK NOW/
AND SINCE ANGELS IN THE OUTFIELD,
I KNEW THAT I WOULD BLACK OUT/
ON ANY INSTRUMENTAL I ATTRACT NOW/
HOL' UP, IT'S TIME TO GIVE EM FACTS NOW/
I AINT NEVER WROTE NO RHYME TO SOUND COOL,
AND EVERY FUCKED UP PART OF MY LIFE I'M BOUND TO/
BUT I'M BOUND TO, MOVE LEAPS AND BOUNDS AROUND YOU/
CAUSE YOU GOT COONS, AND CREEPS, AND CLOWNS AROUND YOU/
AND I MIGHTA BEEN ONE OF THE THREE AT SOME TIME/
WE ALL FALL SHORT OF OURSELVES AT SOME TIME/
BUT I'VE BEEN FEELIN LIKE MYSELF FOR SOME TIME/
THAT MY POS OUTWEIGH MY NEG'S IN SUM TIME/
WE ALL GOTTA PIECE OF THE LIGHT OF THE SUNSHINE/
BUT YALL KNOW FREAKS COME OUT AT SUNDOWN/
I'M IN THE STUDIO ONCE THE MOON GOES UP,
AND I AINT COMIN' OUT TIL I'M RAGGED AND RUNDOWN/
TWENTY15 AND MY COUSIN STILL AINT PUT HIS GUN DOWN/
INHALIN HELLA TOO MUCH WEED IN MY LUNGS NOW/
UDUHNA DUHNA DUHNA DUH DUHNA DUH DUN DOW/
I AINT GOTTA SAY SHIT AND I'LL GIVE YOU THE RUN DOWN NIGGA/

(HOOK REPEATS 4X)
(LAUGHS)
HAWDWERK IS JAMIL POTTS
BUT MORE ON THAT LATER
SHOUTOUT TO MIKE BRAINN AND TEZY WONDA
JUST BECAUSE
THIS REMINDS ME OF THEIR SONG "2PAC"