raised n in the hood, misunderstood, never liked envy or hate always love good, standing my ground working the beat, hanging around working the street, battle me liricaly meet your defeat, swept of your feet, there's no repeat, you snooze you loose,you look so confused, because of my friction, you better listen I'm the chef this is my kitchen, I'm a lion you are a kitten, you can't fit in my mitten,My rymes are dangerous like Jason with the mask,come to my hood and see if you last,stay humble or you getting the blast, my Lirics is vast put you in a cast,in my city you get no pass, smoking the grass,blast of the past,you slow my crew is too fast, one day I'll make it at last,so that Mike you better pass, chilling on my block not scared of the dark,you get shook as soon as you hear the bark, the bark of the dog in the night, you running faster than a motor bike, take a hike, get out the hood urban legend hope that's understood, Joeflow from the 413 all day all night you can count on me.