*Racism Lives*
Q. . . . RAW !

[Verse]

Competition ?
Never will I find it
Guess I’m blinded , to my
Opposition
Claim your hot
Well your not
You should cool it now I’m the
New edition
Naw I ain’t sleep
But to me , to persue my dreams , is
My ambition
& propostion , I’m a composition

Of 2Pac , according to my vision
Boy you not
Granted recognition
You were lunch
Thanks for the nutrition
I’m too much
For you fucking bitches
If you want
You can fuck w. this shit
But if not
Mind your fucking business
I will blow , & the lords my witness , CHURCH
Like 40 christians
Presidential “shit”
So “run” like barrack in elections
Its evident this is
Too hard like a steroid injection
This that mental shit
That’s got this upcoming rappers grillen like your dental is
Funny he’s such an asswhole but never gives a shit

While you ass’s , are active , lacsitives
Bastards , I’m pass ya

You’ve gotta be kidden
Like a pregnant bitch is
Wit contractions
Jus thought I would mention
I’m makin a killen
I’m a fact &
These niggas is fiction
While I’m an addiction

Cause the flow so dope
Even stone cold knows
I’m the bottom line
Feel my hearts gone cold
Cause my heart got broke
My ex bitch was lyin
But I should’ve known
Cause apart we’ve grown
This love shit is blind
Now them G’z are shocked so they’re clock’n me
But they’re out of time
Cause like I’m dr. suess
All the kids go stoops(stupid)
Everytime I rhyme
Bitches say he’s cute
But ofcoarse he’s Q’
So dem hoes ain’t lyin
They grillen me
So ofcoarse they all taste my meat
Everytime he’s beat
He stands back on his feet . . .

He’s Rodney King