(V1)

They say every dog has it's day but that day ain't today son
How's that if i've been working since day one
You want beef, I'll bring the A-1 and AK's
I spend my days digging other rapper's graves

Up the ante, I feel like getting paid
I got a weekly fresh squeeze, they call me minute maid
UGH! No slave to the industry
Every time I rhyme I know that every single rhyme I spit is me

Lyrically enhanced, not a chance you can finish me
Another rapper slain, another unsolved mystery
I'm off the chain, back up give the kid some space
Say I have no flavor, well you never had taste son

So what you wanna do?
Wanna be brawlers? Shot callers; ballers?
You thought wrong thinking I would falter
Bow down and call me the king, Jerry Lawler

Five foot four but my money grows taller
Cool guy, too fly like a saucer
Caught up in the web, turned fed when we lost ua
Pride before the fall now how much did that cost ya

Penny for my thoughts, you'd be broke in a day
Slay MCs and provide, play-by-play
Stop acting up or i'mma get dramatic on you
Never shacking up, that's when wifey get fat on you

(Chorus)

To my people in Queens, Stand Strong
To my peeps out in BK, Stand Strong
To my honeys Uptown, Stand Strong
To the homies in the Boogie Down

And to the people of Shaolin, Stand Strong
Long Island, and Far Rock Stand Strong
To my people in the Dirty Jerz, Stand Strong
To my people of the world, Stand Strong

(V2)
When I come around the block
I give mad love to the heads that I know while the heads that I don't know watch
Keep your eyes on the top notch prospect
Reaching for the top lock, careful not let to KOPS in

So go ahead, put me on the top ten
Even if i'm number one, think that I would stop then?
Conform or adapt?
It's not where you are from, kid, but where you at

There is no cure for the madness of heart
And the internal struggle is the magic of art
So I hope to see ours name on top of the charts
And not fall victim to the game and it's sharks

Cause any night could be your last in a world like this
Mind over matter, gotta calculate the risk
Ride with no hands, man you best get a grip
Cause your ship might sink when the shit gets thick

And in this very moment, my poetry's in motion
Iceberg verses, if my words are an ocean
Focus, the golden age flow be ferocious
Don't front cause I know I got you open

And when in class, yes I always had the high-grades
The back of my notebook indicates I'm a rhyme slave
Get the message, burst like an appendix
A hellfied-hectic, electric like Jimi Hendrix, so check it