me the word 'MC' doesn't know no fuckin genders I enter braincells within the midst of beats The ray of sound make b-boys jump out of their seats I defeat
the poor old bones of M.C.'s, I scattered throughout the centuries There is no life on Earth to save you, and your hip hop fall injury You'd have to
you gonna do when your shit's up Besides get dissed on nigga, and pistol-whipped up Tied up, mouth taped up, layed out, and hit up Leave you in pray,
2Pac Finna do what we do Understand this 'Cuz it's way understandable Niggas done changed, main You know they done changed, they done changed! Check this out