I know where the music came from, I ain't a lame dumb dumb Origin is respected but still we choose to come original Down from my walk to my talkinÆ Heads be out to please the king Christopher Walken A city with fly lingo and bad ass latinas Got heads on this side biting styles still unequal Unless you assimilate you never considered great Demonstrate speech from your birth place you can't race Disgraced by false handshakes, these punk rap dudes Talk behind our back but they don't want the feud A few of them seen the ads y'all helped us pay for Now they say whatÆs up in the club! What the f**k whore!? Listen up bitch, you diss because you can't see Born in California rappin' N Y C Influence is golden but when mics is holding I roll with the oath to spit whatÆs never stolen It keeps us out the mix shows and the tape decks of 64's Because we in the middle, we strangers to the riddle For DJs who play this the bravest get propers But most won't even touch this unless we sign to Rawkus! [The Grouch] I met you twice before and shook your hand You didnÆt feel it Did it for the cap but should have acted like IÆd peel it Now IÆm in the corner on the burner in the back Caught between the trunk bump and the motherf**king boom bap Bring the tune back, YouÆre craps in the chop shop Thermometer up your ass ThatÆs the reason that IÆm not hot But I got a fever times three for every CD Bound to be the missing link For those who want to meet me at the crossing IÆll be the one semi-flossing With mega self-respect but a void to go with that Cause heÆs employed to act like he doesnÆt see the free man Oops thatÆs too much credit, I bet it isnÆt the plan Freak of nature, IÆm the stranger, youÆre bad with names bra Change your views, IÆm giving clues Strangest news youÆre about to lose Blame them fools who got the tools. [Eligh] IÆd never consider moving out When it comes to the coast IÆm dwelling on Hell if I ever switch up the weather To fit what these other fellas are on I cause a renaissance Renovating creativeness on this side of the coast Self-hatred, radio stations They play their shit while they brag and they boast ItÆs not about toe tagging with a rag and a magnum ItÆs all about respect Caught in the middle without a clue Legendary originality here to battle the fallacy Here to put it down with my crew Actually IÆm open to any option, except belly flopping Over a sloppy copy of a Primo track, thatÆs a fact Action taken by middlemen While you fiddle with pens and pronouns Trying to pronounce like your pro-eastern affiliate When I affiliate my style with the golden state While youÆre holding hate, claiming to hold weight Now, once youÆve walked in these boots Doing a format like that is so fake YouÆre a dormant doormat Wearing a whores hat With a horrible imitation of what you consider great When thatÆs only a bite. Your eyes are bigger than your stomach So when you plummet into the darkness WeÆll be rising into the light. [Aesop] I'm anti, but IÆm not anti-social You can feel it through my soul My presence through my vocals 'How the f**k they got fans? Man them niggas only local.' Bitch we chase down the mic And put you rhymes in a chokehold I'm a pro bro, comin' fresh ainÆt a problem so Legends' got skills Cause we're always evolvin' And involvin' our self in the life of our fans Revolvin' around them like the earth on its axis And neva payin' no taxes man Firm in my shoes where I stand Or a stranger to this land With my choice of words I gain respect and proceed They say if you donÆt succeed try, try again my friend Ya must make words blend within the beat then Make it a part of this world, make your mark on this earth For what it's worth, evade the demons while they lurk In the envy of the jerks bi-coastal who smirk At the talent and the balance that shine in our work The suckas love to hate us and these girls love to flirt Stranger to the under ground, ya neva dug the dirt True we blowin' up fool and it hurts to be you Still tryin' to sound like them, just to make it through!!!!