V.1) I'm make'n the paper and I'm ink'n the dough... There's a lot a money in these songs that I wrote... And hell naw, they ain't plated- I done forged em into gold... Even been bank'n on every fuk'n word that I wrote... This vision of mine's been just enough to ween me off the dope.. ive been beef'n up for the fight, and these eyes peep'n the gold... i been living up to this life and ive been keeping the notes... I've done took some punches and I'll probably take a few mo... it may look like I'm outta the fight but i'm jus learning where I stand and I been learn'n my foes... And I don't care how you taking this hit, but down you will go... cause I been spar'n, grinding & sharpen'n up my skills of old... That heavy bag done got me so in shape I'll never fold... that Speed bag's got me so fast, I'm tag'n that ass, 3 head shots, and that's a TKO, I'm tell'n ya boy I done practiced up my body blows... For Counter punch'n haters as I grind off the ropes... I'm analyzed as an artist that's predicted to choke... But my money's all in on me- because I'm tired of being broke... I ain't bluff'n dude, I'm the great white hope... to the truth of my music - a hater base will grow... As more and more addicts attend'n my show... And no matter how real that I am - I'm just a friendly foe... Hope'n to tell my story without step'n on toes.. (Hook) " I'm take'n this fight like "Buster" with a T.K.O... I'm more faster and furious than you and Tokyo... (Let me at em - Let me at em) I'm kill'n em coach... Hell it might just take a jab with this powerf flow,. V.2) When money meets the eye before love meets the heart... It's an evil ass story but this is where I'll start... Right here in America, There's no freedom in this economy, just look how poor we are... Our government's the portrait of a conning mans art... our taxes is "The stolen Mona Lisa", and "We The People" the thief playing the biggest part... I guess we've been thinking it's righteous and okay to just let them oppress us into giving up "The Roots" to a Kunta Kinte kinda heart... A warrior of physical interceding who knew he wasn't to reap his freedom nor a single dollar,, that shit so harsh... But those Real street Roots paid with scars, all of the ridicule, the beat'n and misuse and y'all done put us on guard... Because Uncle Sam is a greedy cheat and artistically hides the keeping of everybody's part... We are the victims of the worlds greatest economical fraud... People conniving and kill'n for money, that shit ain't moral, ain't even smart... We paying for public protection but we get'n Paul Blarts... And most of us addicts avoiding our families because fight'n this addiction is just too damn hard... And I'm just keep'n it real, I don't want money if it keeps me from think'n with my heart... (Hook) " I'm take'n this fight like "Buster" with a T.K.O... I'm more faster and furious than you and Tokyo... (Let me at em - Let me at em) I'm kill'n em coach... Hell it might just take a jab with this powerful flow...