Pacemaker

[intro]
What up Elvis?
**k said you living in a trailer wicha mom
We aint believe him
What the fuck is you lookin at
[sound of punches kicks and thudding body]
Get ya faggot ass up and fight
Fuck wit me you punk ass bitch
[body thudding again, more kicks]
See that? I can end ya shit right now
Nobody will ever miss ya ass
No no don’t do it he’s done


[verse 1]

What the fuck he’s been a common kid
No proclivity for nutting, just surviving gift
Fit to be able to stay ‘live stay strong and fuck life
Living up in a ghetto tryna make life better
For him his mom and his sister
Kicked outta school aint no coz he fool
Coz life a bitch leave you nutting but a stitch
Reach are those mafackaz that aint got no itch
For better live for strive they aint gotta survive
They just go and die in they cartoon live
Where they inherit treasure
Izn’t it fine?
Back to our kid that had real good intention in him
All that money tension and debts around him
He forced to leave that fucking school
To not get in bread line not let his folks die
But he’z staying cool
Find a job to be able to pay that fucking rent
No more fucking eviction tickets
No papers from authorities no warnings
No tears on his sister’s beautiful face
Fuck it he’s determined to persevere
His rap career he’s made it clear
He’s got a gift to battle his way for better
His age is 20
He wanna survive
Thru pain thru disgrace thru being booed off that fucking stage
He’ll stand tall no matter how bad he’s about to fall flat on his face
But it’s kinda weird all those niggaz said it clear
Calling him a wiggar coz he just raps
Call back for pay-back time
For the blood of they brother
But the brother was not right
Coming over in a crowd of six
Feel strong backed wit a hit
Jumping the guy no fucking even fight
Cowards then moving towards
Saying what da fuck you hangin' round here'
wanna be feeling my pump near
Right near ya year
Close enogh to to make veer
Still wanna stay round
You gon' get laid the fuck out
Our guy remain mind-clear taking kicks and punches
Determied not to steer clear of em fucking chumps
Wanna front them and win them grants
Of rap career
The battle is near held by his homie
But it’s not that that he gonna crash em
Smash em…prove they disgrace
Spit ih they fucking hypocrite face
He calling it turtle race
And he’s rabbit
Motherfucker grab it…and have it
Mounting the stage feeling strong about to get revenge
Spot 6 mofackaz in his mic’s range
Do em one by one winning first battle
Second, none… of them punks ever thought
They might be kid who was simply brought
To take the world…spin hip-hop 360
Come up with 50…establish d12
All’s well Dre could tell
Fuck you go to hell
Rap is gonna be better
What happens no matter
The like E*’ll make it better
It’ll be spinin endless
Fake mothafacuka continue they fables
Real brotherz keeping close to genuine turntablez