This is It

[Inspectah Deck] I came in the game, young nigga banging for fame In the process, staking my claim And I train like, Leonidas' son, the fire and sun The blood, sweat & tears, grinding for ones Nearly died for it, cried for it, hustle and flow Right from the seed, competing with my love for the dough The hunger it burns, I wondered and yearned, they tried skipping my turn This time, muthafuckas gon' learn About the rap general, Rebel, I stack regular revenue Globally local mogul, vocally soldier hold you Dude faking and fronting, you just say that you want it I'm the next Nike ad, greatness is nothing Who run it, I'm coming, I can't, won't, don't stop blunted Til the dough stop coming, til the hoes stop stunting Label it a rap, case closed, no discussion I'm back to the block, got the whole spot dumbing *instrumental break* [Inspectah Deck] I hear plenty barking, got the semi sparking It's my time, this is it, like I'm Kenny Loggins Empty cartridge like Hannibal A-Team Stop me, wake out your day dream Stay out the way, please, before you have me facing like eighteen It's gotta be, then let it be, I'm straight in them state greens I've been through it all, still stuck in the mud Eating good, living right, still them fuckers a judge Like a nigga can't get no greats, when I hit, make the bricks go ape Cuz I spit cocaine And I'm leaning em, blue coats is beaming 'em, rolling with the team and 'em But really only few folks are seen with 'em Ya'll better mark my words, before it's all set and done I'mma stun ya'll like Spock and Kirk Honor the rep, UD's, Donnie and Fes P.C., Fisk, Banga, straight body a set *instrumental break* [Inspectah Deck] I even the odds, I'm bleeding, I'm scarred A nickel bag in the trunk, believe I'm involved I'm on everything, cuz I ain't feeling the job Your boy Deck's a king, keep it realer than ya'll Or say keep it true, you watching like the streets'll do Hip hop is falling apart, Deck, he's the glue Haters get off me, you sinking my ship Fixing your lips, yapping like you thinking he slip I got a million niggas thinking he sick, a million kids Thinking he rich, a million bitches think he the shit You think it's a game, laugh when you leaking in pain Speaking my pain, hater I'm the reason you came