Many MC's are mislead
  Mislead by the lies that they pump in their heads
  The money and the fame that they're hoping to find
  Will never come close to the scope of my rhyme
  Now some have been succesful but really
  And yo, these MC's are clearly not nearly
  Up to this level or should I say caliber
  Because I'm hype that the company's selling me
  Because they'll take a dud, talk some crud and then push him
  But in the next year, someone new will just squoosh him
  Because when you sell out to appeal to the masses
  You have to go back and enroll in some classes
  So cash in your check 'cause it's the last one you get
  The tables have turn and now you ain't in effect
  So jet to the rear and you better just follow
  'Cause what's here today maybe gone tomorrow
  
  Here and gone in a flash, some made cash
  While other suckers go broke real fast
  Some never make any money but still they act funny
  LIke they're thinking they're running
  Things, wearing rings and medallions
  Then listen to their rhymes when we rather take valiums
  'Cause swiftness and skills they are lacking
  So I send them packing, they should have know not to tax in
  And smashing all of the vocals to smithereens
  Watching them collecting themselves 'cause they ?(bitter seen)?
  But some find happiness while others find sorrow
  And what's here today, maybe gone tomorrow