VERSE 1
(BIG MO-BERG)

It's always the ones with somethin' to say,
About the next muthafucka that be bluffin' away,
Nothin' but lame, but they feel they need someone to blame,
For they ways, but still remain stuck in they pain and shame,
How could you blame me? Sittin' lookin' angry,
Tryin' to say we the reason your kids are crazy,
I'm thinkin' maybe you should raise your babies,
Lookin' for somebody to blame, believe it ain't me,
Call me cynical, this shit is political,
They gon' try to break you before you can hit your pinnacle,
This a twisted system, shit is pitiful,
900 million are starvin' and we be getting full,
In a world where murder is never minimal,
Tell me how the hell are my lyrics so fuckin' critical,
I got to quote 2Pac on this statement,
Shit, I was given this world, I didn't make it,

HOOK
(DEMO)

Yeah, I can hear em talkin', but I don't see em walkin',
They point their fingers, try to dirty up my name,
So save your accusations, the problems of this nation,
Ain't based on what I'm sayin', I won't take the blame,

VERSE 2
(THAT MANIAC ZACK)

You claim I'm the one to blame, when your kids misbehave, thrown' they fist in a rage,
Drinkin', twisting' up the Jane, even though you did the same at a younger age, kinda strange,
Is it the words that I say or the way they was raised poor?
Supervision and more, television wit gore,
Sex driven whores sleepin' around for what they can't afford,
But you wasn't warned, now your children aren't the ones you once adored,
Am I the one to blame for the homeless and the gangs?
For the murder and the rape takin' place in your state?
Cuz it's a little too late to put the shit on my plate, let's cut straight to the chase,
You people make your own fate from the choices you make, not the verses I spit,
You hatin' hypocrites are makin' me sick,
So keep makin' accusations, I'ma keep makin' hits,
But start trippin', test my patience, and u might get split, cuz I ain't guilty of shit,

HOOK
(DEMO)

Yeah, I can hear em talkin', but I don't see em walkin',
They point their fingers, try to dirty up my name,
So save your accusations, the problems of this nation,
Ain't based on what I'm sayin', I won't take the blame,

VERSE 3
(TALL PAUL)

Jokers get curious, why so serious?
Question blind fury, closed eyes witness scary rhyme fitness,
Propose self in opposition of your disapproval,
Dislike bruisin' then stop bitchin' bitches, stick and move it,
Lifted off this prescription which makes removal of sickness the focus, get hip to my raucous 'fore I fuckin' lose it,
Could use a bowl to poop in, so I can drop pollution,
The only time they're the shit is when I digest a poop head,
I'm so shook up, y'all interrogatin' my motives,
The backbone of your rap's fucked like scoliosis,
Depth causin' quitters livers jitters like cirrhosis,
Uprootin' soul sickness like the devil's vultures,
I aim to strike the host of your parasitic flow,
Create a guilty conscience, make a pair of critics show,
Cause a spirit's fright like the stairs to heaven full,
So they'll be takin' flight, congregatin' with the glow,

HOOK
(DEMO)

Yeah, I can hear em talkin', but I don't see em walkin',
They point their fingers, try to dirty up my name,
So save your accusations, the problems of this nation,
Ain't based on what I'm sayin', I won't take the blame,

VERSE 4
(G MALICIOUS)

Never switch lanes like rich lames, spin like the blades on Escalades, wait,
Aim your finger and blame, but we ain't playin' that way,
What the five fingers say to the face? Go ask Rick James,
Erase your reputation, gone without a trace like takin' a vacation with free masons out to Vegas,
Ask the vultures where you is at, Mossberg, Demo and Zack hater huntin' where you live at,
P-O-C kill it, bring it back,
Heavy like catchin' cinder blocks and sandbags, blaze flames with the slang,
Orangutan, ape shit, hands drag, dangerous like taken' hand drags from crack pipes, last days,
Pickin' ass out the ashtray, take off your mask, act your age,
Back track and examine your path jackass,
Ass-backwards flipping' your half ass average rapper right inside of a casket,

HOOK
(DEMO)

Yeah, I can hear em talkin', but I don't see em walkin',
They point their fingers, try to dirty up my name,
So save your accusations, the problems of this nation,
Ain't based on what I'm sayin', I won't take the blame,