Outside of me, you try to picture me

Young and black, that ain't no mystery

But inside runs deep like an ocean

You couldn't understand if I spoke in slow motion

I'm tryin like hell to get some results

But you can bet your ass that it's difficult

They try to keep it down, because I talk to a beat

in other words, because I try to TEACH



But if I talk that yang-yang shit

like "U Can't Touch This," that shit'll hit

Don't we have any morals anymore?

Or did rap take the toll out the fuckin door?

Well if it did, hardcore's back to claim it

I'ma take it, change it, FUCK IT, rename it

I got the plan, now let's make it effective

You hip-hoppers you GOT to be selective

And stop lettin that BULLSHIT slide for rap

Can't you see that it's a brainwash.. trap?