east coast born

I'm the realest, the illest, the East Coast's boss Spit rhymes so sick, they leave your mind at a loss Like 2Pac, I bring the heat, I bring the fire My words ignite souls, take you higher and higher From the concrete jungles where dreams are born I rose to the top, now I'm forever sworn To represent the streets, the struggle, the pain I'm the voice of the voiceless, speaking truth in every grain No fakin', no frontin', I keep it real to the core Every line I drop, leaves you wanting more I'm a lyrical genius, my flow is untamed I'm the biggest boss in the East Coast, never to be tamed (Verse 2) I walk with a swagger, confidence in my stride 2Pac reincarnated, resurrected with pride I spit verses that pierce through your soul like a knife I'm the embodiment of truth, the essence of life I'm the voice of the streets, the voice of the unheard My rhymes paint pictures, every word carefully stirred In the pot of revolution, I'm the spark that ignites From the East Coast to the West, my presence takes flight I speak for the struggle, for those who've been oppressed I'm the embodiment of power, I won