Hook; Check your method, you're making mistakes Check your method, you're labelled as fake X2 Verse 1: If Hip-Hop's a game, I'm takin' my turn I came to place your face in the dirt, name in the Earth The way I confirm the game's in a 180 reverse White people have the balls to say the "n-word" Am I crazy disturbed? Or am I greatly concerned? I know, I'm pissed they makin' changes for worse No danger alert, it f**ing painfully hurts Like I'm sittin' here feelin' a blue flame to a burn! Let me laymen the terms, it's like grabbin' a knife Going to an open show n' start attackin' the mic Everyone starts crying as you hack and you slice Sad show, but deep down you're laughin' inside Could you imagine the sight? a cold blooded murder The weapon of choice but knowin' nothin' further No suspect, no blood shed, abundance of nothin' All you know is they were comin' for somethin' Hook: Check your method, you're making mistakes Check your method, you're labelled as fake X2 Verse 2: It's like I've been waiting for the day I defeat The crazy flamin' dragon beast, who claims to be king Takin' the crown, put your face in the ground Rise to the throne, no weighin me down In this mind of my own Time to unfold I'm breakin' the chains, I'm breakin' the news A broke motherf**er who's been payin' his dues Makin' the moves Replacin' the ways erasin' debates On the individual who's been makin' the change I ain't takin' no breaks, I hustle my a** By runnin' these laps I'm makin' sure I'm never comin' in last Runnin' for first, a back pack n' a buncle of words A long way cause I'm still comin' from under the dirt I'm persistent n' driven with this privilege I live with sh** on every critic who gives sits n' gives this a listen Go f** yourself, are you missin' the image? Your opinion's no difference I ain't afraid to admit it I'm out Hook: Check your method, you're making mistakes Check your method, you're labelled as fake X2