Pay Homage (feat. Ras Kass & DJ Press)

Truest to the culture true is how I feel Time is of the essence mother, know the deal Yo, we stole the tape recorder man just to be involved Eight oh nickel, dimes and quarters man we out to get it all Started on Biggie tapes, peace to Biggie Smalls Now we rocking with the crowd to get a yes, yes, y'all Time for the reckoning press just let the record spin Rapping and we running shit since capital punishment Glamorous and cunning shit, they feeling and loving it It was written to be infamous stick it to the simpletons Still ain't nothing to fuck with like 36 Water for the chocolate man, your shit it doesn't mix Focused daily on my grind like its 1999 Watch it all unfurl like it me against the world My legacy behind for the children in there youth Mastering my craft for the moment of truth Teenager in the golden era witness the dome and terror Quill of an eagle write classics with a golden feather After old school pioneers rock gold and leather We rock red, black and green with a soul endeavor Africa medallions, native tongue I was sprung on Monie Love X-Clan, KRS, you must learn That big punisher the illest Puerto Rican Sorta remember creeping to the Bronx on Major Deegan To were it all began, got me thinkin The complexity of incredible bars that murders speak in The MC created by the DJ The b-boy graff writers all the skills we display Hip Hops a culture that saved my life I fucked a lot of hoes but raps my wife And that's my stage, and that's my mic Salute the foundation made the sacrifice True is in accordance with a fact of reality immaculate accurate and exact And so I spit for the fakers man and watch them react I said I float like a butterfly sting like Mohammed This is for the gusto first verse was paying homage Camouflaging the fraudulent artist spit the garbage Regarded as one of the hungriest still spitting the hardest Starving on the mic man, rhyming in my intervals Maneuver through the game seeing snakes in my peripheral Visceral with my vision living it unforgiven Man the game chose me it really wasn't my decision The derivative primitive image rapper gimmicks Got a mother, vexed man pushing me to my limits Pushing me to the edge listen to what he said You can sell out to the culture man, or keep it true instead Sell out to the culture man or keep it true instead, yeah