BACK IN THE DAY, WHEN I WAS 5, I USE TO GIVE MYSELF, THE HIGH 5. I TELL MYSELF, I WILL THRIVE TO SURVIVE IN THIS WORLD. I FLOP MY YOUNG ASS, ON THE ROTTEN PORCH, IN THE RIVERSIDE HOOD, I PUT THE LAUNDRY BASKET ON MY HEAD, SEE IF I CAN STRIVE BUT, AM STILL DEPRIVE, FROM THIS LIFE. I CLOSE MY BLUE EYES, I BEGIN TO PRAY, ALL OF SUDDEN 2PAC, SAID HEY, WHAT'S YOUR JIVE. I WANT TO DIE, PEOPLE DON'T LIKE THE WAY I DRIVE. I WISH YOU WAS ALIVE, YOU ALWAYS TOOK ME TOO A PLACE WHERE I FLY. I ELEVATE, BEYOND THE ATMOSPHERE, LIKE A HUMAN BEIN. I ARISE ABOVE THE NEGATIVITY, TO SHOW HIP HOP, AM GOIN TO MAKE YOU CRY, YOU ARE GOIN TO DIE, THERE'S NO REASON FOR ME TO LIE, THESE FOOL'S TRY TO PUT THE COLOR GRAY ON MY BLUE DYE, I KNOW, AM A DIFFERENT KIND OF RYE, AM GOIN TO GET MY CHERRY PIE, WHEN I WEAR MY BOW TIE, AM HERE TO STAY, YOU FOOL'S BETTER WALK AWAY, AM GOIN TO GIVE YOU THE WHITE CHALK, IN A DIFFERENT FUCKIN WAY. I COME FROM A DIFFERENT DIMENSION DON'T BE STARTLE, AM NORMAL, I JUST SPARKLE. I DO MY 5 POINT DANCE ON THE FUCKIN STARS, I BLOW OUT THE SUN, THEN I DROPPED KICK THE FUCK OUT OF THE MOON, AM NOT HERE FOR FUN, AM TO HERE SHATTERED THE FUCK OUT OF HIP HOP WITH THIS FUCKIN MONSOON. I PLAY MARBLES WITH THE EARTH TO WASTE MY TIME ON THESE GOONS, HOW I HAVE THEM RUNNIN WITH THE COONS, YOUR PONTOON, AIN'T GOIN TO SAVE YOU FROM THESE TIDAL WAVES, HOW AM GOIN TO GENOCIDE, YOU FOOL'S WITH MY FUCKIN TYPHOON. I JUGGLE THE PLANETS IN ARE GALAXY, WITH BALANCE. I THREW EACH ONE OF THEM LIKE A BOOMERAN, AM IN TUNE WITH MYSELF, I OPEN MY BLUE EYES, TO SUPERNOVA, I CREATED THE BIG BANG, THIS AIN'T NO THEORY, THIS IS MY STORY, CAUSE AM FUCKIN GLORY. I WAKE UP AT 4 MORNING, WITH SWEAT POURIN FROM MY HEAD. I GRAB MY PEN-N-PAD, TO REMEMBER WHAT 2PAC SAID, THESE FOOL'S WORK FOR THE FEDS, THEY KNOW AM A THREAT, THE MEDS THESE FOOL'S TAKE ON THE WEB, MAKE THEM TRANSGENDER INTO A REDHEAD. I PUT MY HEADPHONES ON TO FIND THE BEAT TOO THIS SUPREME, HUMAN BEIN, I KNOW AM EXTREME, THAT'S WHY NOBODY WILL ABOLISH MY DREAM