Down with the idols We could never be a rival Big would have dissed you Pac didn't like you The industry is nothing like these n***as pretend Huey P's my mentor now let the story begin I'm from a Era where Eminem was the sheriff Big and Pac was shot Both turned into cherubs My cerebellum was focused on getting flow Heard renegade and jigga mane opened up the door 3 months latter heard ether n***a WHOA! So this the king you n***as speak of Give me more Streets to the cla**ic A is stillmatic That reverse sh** put them n***as in a casket Then I was 13 finding knowledge of self Hearing sh** in your rhymes I'm finding from off the shelf A year later momma diagnosed with cancer Played Dance for grams She shed tears Advance up High school Nightschool Black and milds Street sh** Huey P and Bobby Seale Got a n***a thinking Older brother put me on to Pac and his panther ties Thought that he was hot headed when he said you fantasized Brushed it off And went further in your collection Last real n***a alive Yo you said it I loved the story on how my city competitive I'm older now Meet some women like carmen Met a girl like Kelis Only ring they got from calling Then you beef with Harlem Took a shot at Cam Said he would R Kelly destiny I said GODDAMN I figured that sh** was gon get real roxanne Cuz at the time n***as died for talking sh** my man Nashawn saw Cam I respect that move And you ain't condone violence Know it ain't that cool Now I'm seeing sh** in different views Growing as a man Know that money is a score Hov is looking like the champ Just cuz he wear a Kufi it don't mean that he bright sh** is making sense when you need the staple of life I'm thinking its iight least you stand on ya word Then the unimaginable sh** would actually occur Thats ya girl thats ya world? n***as talking talking crazy beef Cutting checks with n***as leaving condoms on ya baby seat? You know how many arguments I lost Tryna be a conscious n***a but you had us looking soft While the thugs played dumb Getting cash advances Not seeing you only human Just a man with chances I admit I was vicarious In various ways Hip Hop was like a father figure to a n***a my age You was like a sage A priest a poet And I just wanted n***as in my age group to know it Growing as a child Fely you let a n***a down But as I look around I can see that life is wild