What is wrong with these so called big shot mc’s
Encouraging a battle, but they end a rhyme with “peace”?
It’s easy to act a G, lack responsibility
And sensibility, I bet ya this is enough for killing me
Verbally, because most of them aint real at all
This is aint nothing but a fact, consider ya’ll
Image’s what they living for, and the material
First comes the money, so when they write a song
They follow the same method yes, for every single record 
Following the herd hollow, acting like a shepherd
Second comes the credibility, they got to prove
Showing off their dime, whatever shines sooths 
Throwing up the signs, like they’re coming from the slums
If they really knew poverty – they’d spend it on a fund
For development, they’d lay the first brick on the sediment
For the fundament, But instead they’re acting arrogant

Money cars, it aint worth it
Guns drugs, it aint worth it
Gold dimes, it aint worth
Inna-Truth & Number 9 aint got to prove shhh…

I wonder when the light’ll shine, on my rhymes
When will time the arise, for my cry
When will they recognize the real and wise:
Inna-Truth Skillah Man, and civilise?
Don’t you criticise, -- I know you’re feeling mine
I know you realize that you’re on the wrong side
But it’s never too late to open yo mind
I- and-I-is-what-you-find-when-you-follow-the-signs
Hidden deep down, in your inner conscience
Don’t tell me you don’t hear that voice, it’s nonsense
Pay the ransom for the liberty of ya soul
Materially ya big, But spiritually ya small
I’m taking to another level, yes the higher realm
Settle down, because my word might overwhelm
Every artist these days trying to be a be a G!
Wake up sucker, this aint 1993!