yea yea yea yea, yea, yea, you know what it iz man, its the quiz bringin the biz doin it big keepin it sick huh. shout out to everybody that made this shit possible everybody that made the impossible possible, lets get it.

rise and shine to the grind like do or die, cuz if I don't try what the point of bein alive, I don't wanna survive I've been doin that my whole life I jus wanna finally be able to thrive, be able to stride all the shit off in my mind, be able to find a better use of my time, be able to fly into the light and not go blind be able to find some happiness and leave my past behind. but my street tendency's made so many enemies I can't believe so many people want me to cease to be, cease to breath anything lyrically but luckily bullets are duckin me muthafuckas are fuckin with me, but still gettin nothin from a g, lil quiezzy still keepin it 303, your majesty in the street harder then concrete, speak heat so go and bow till u see nothing but feet. I rose up from defeat, like a rose that grows in the street, now nothing can break me even if I get beat. I'ma keep fightin, keep risin, keep climbin, keep rhymin until my people are findin my lines to be a bit enlightin, I be ignitin. to the top of the spot give it all that I got n all that I lost plus all that I brought there's no way I can stop I'ma keep doin it even if my heart line drop cuz I'm doin it for that real hip-hop. make the game flip flop and spin on its tip top still sayin fuck the cops whenever they're on the block, cuz they make it too hot I'm jus tryin to write some songs and smoke some pot, and hopefully become the next biggie or pac. believe it or not I'm walkin in minefield, usin microphone skills to kill like katana steel but still build to become the king of the hill not slangin propane but I'll still bring the flame to your grill, lyrical medicine I be poppin them pills, but still yellin fuck the world I ain't got no chill. I'm usin my steel will to say I still will deal with these bills passin capital hill for political thrills, all heart so I spit how I feel, all art so beats is the canvas where my paint spills. I'm using my talents to kill and heal. that's why they say quiezzy be so ill, cuz his rhymes are keepin it so real... so real, so real, these mothafuckas over here they gettin chills whenever I show up on they doorstep cuz i take their breath n they got nothing left. I'm still, still still ill. still ill.