(verse 1)

Some Guys Run,
ANd someguys stay,
im the mothafucka with the gun get out the way,
im afraid of guns,
nah not afraid of guns,
afriad if i got one ima kill someone,
for real im dumb,
dumb enough to shoot,
so say something dumb and im runnin up to you,
i aint no bodys punk,
man what you wanna do?
Outta Da Trunk Productions im bringin something new,
and i make music for my sake,
no not for myspace,
fuck what you guys say,
im moving faster,
then the human eye blink,
since a basterd juvinille kid,
been a rapper,
proving im sick,
and thats it,
a music master,
never been a snitch,
keep accusing that shit and you prolly wont exists,
better go consault the pastor,
may god forgive your sins,
better go do something fast before,
all this around you ends.

(Hook)
Cuz this is my moment
so just sit an vibe on it
listen to the rhymes on it
cuz this is this is my moment

(repeat x 2)

(Verse2)

im a man of arms when im preparing for war,
get yah parents involved,
yeah grandparents and all,
will parish and fall from my careless assault,
i put the planet in a panic,
like a planted a bomb,
cuz canadas ours,
ima verbal macanic when im planning a song,
just a skitzophrenic,
that'll dismantle yah squad,
i got yah stereo on lock,
like a terrorist plot,
thats been leaked to the cops,
i got a legion of lost people,
thats evil in spots,
waiting till yah sleeping to sneak in,
and leave yah bleeding,
indeed you'll get shot,
theres no peace on block,
belive it or not,
even police will get dropped,
these dope fiends,
is looking for a reason to pop,
to get a piece of the rock,
these cold streets is a beast,
most of my people in box,
they get caught and locked
just for speaking they thoughts,
i wanna stop,
but ima emcee till i drop.

(Hook)
Cuz this is my moment
so just sit an vibe on it
listen to the rhymes on it
cuz this is this is my moment

(repeat x 2)

(Verse3)

they say home is where the heart is,
im homeless guess im heartless,
im known as the best of artists,
so come an test the hardest,
yes you best to pardon,
im blessed with the rap gargon,
a black hearted rap artist,
laughing at yah wack recording,
the fact that you like importance aint important,
yah tracks are boring,
you'll never gain fame nor fortune,
spit the same lame assortment,
id rather listen to mic distortion,
im the pyschic sordsman,
that will side kick horses,
and rip off a dophines dorcile fin,
like a piece of porcalin,
and force it in a giant tortists skin,
like a sord just went in,
let the war shit begin,
i'll attack your fortress with men,
holding torches in hand,
take a portraits again,
of you an yah torcherd friends,
make a fortune off them,
sell the footage to cnn,
i betcu think im sick from the shit that i said,

(Hook)
Cuz this is my moment
so just sit an vibe on it
listen to the rhymes on it
cuz this is this is my moment

(repeat x 2)