I got twenty in a knapsack from this old lady i jacked.
probly gave her a heart attack, but i didn't look back.
she probly still on the tarmack, laying flat on her back.
i just keep movin forward, i don't wanna back track.
I used to be part of the pack, now i'm on top of the stack,
and i'ma stay on track, not giving any slack.
tryin' ta make my raps, an' stop feeling so whack.
cuz i can still pursue my act, with my career intact.
And If i skinned a cat, how would people react?
or if my rhymes became abstract, what would be the impact?
and if i rapped about facts, would people give me flack?
or would i still be the exact same maniac,
i was when i joined the game, with no stats,
only a talent and a knack for using words in combat.
just trying to work on my rhyming
