STREET N***A SPOKESMAN

NO MICROPHONE NO BOOTH NO PRODUCERS
NO TRIGGER FINGERS NO BANGERS NO SHOOTERS
NO JUDGE NO JURY NO ICE NO JEWELRY 
NO BABY MAMAS NO BAD A** CHURIN(CHILDREN)
NO STREET CRED NO WORK NO FIREARMS 
NO N***A NO TRUST NO I CAN'T RELY UPON
NO B***H NO TRUST NO I CANNOT RELY UPON THIS COLD WORLD IT'S COLD SHOULDERS 
NO SHOULDERS TO CRY UPON
NO COMFORT NO KNOWLEDGE NO SENSE JUST CONFUSION 
NO BLOCK CORNER NOR CURBSIDE DISTRIBUTION 
NO FLY FRESH RIDE BIG RIMS ON THE TIRES OR THE LOUD MUSIC FOR PERSONAL AMUSEMENT 
NO MICROWAVE TO HEAT NOR SCALE TO WEIGH THE YAY UP 
NO CAKE TO BAKE UP NO VEINS TO LACE UP
NO SCARFACE BUT NO B***H NO MAKE UP
I PAINT PICTURES SO I DON'T NEED NO ERASERS
I'M AN ARTIST I DRAW HEAT ON LOOSE LEAF
YOU DON'T GET IT, IT'S TO DEEP THEN GET THE LIFE GUARD 
THEY DROWNING IN THE CREATIVITY OF MY DELIVERY 
I PUNCH LINES AND WRITE/RIGHT HOOKS WITH AGILITY 
I'M NOT JUST TRYING TO GET A BILL LIKE HILLARY 
NO GHETTO BILL LIKE MASTER P BUT I'M TRYING TO BUILD A MASTERPIECE 
I CAN SCHOOL YOU WITH SOME PRINCIPLES AND NO FACULTY 
I CAN LAY THE FLOW DOWN LIKE THE FORCE OF GRAVITY!!