The Battle - Fort Minor, Celph Titled

Yeah, yeah, listen, yo

These hungry rappers battle for a buck and some change

There really be kids starving, give a fuck if it change

Shock rap, not that, you get signed, you might blow up

Release «Party in Iraq», you might blow up

I see you trying to think a few lines you might get at me with

Slap happy with babies who born with crack in they cribs

Too much to cram under your over-sized fitted

And the public school system failed you

Either you’re ig’nant or what is it?

Ain’t concerned with scuff on my sneakers

My demographic listening but not too many rappers teaching

And I find a way to fill a hard drive up

With songs containing mainly «bitch», «ho», «shit», «fuck»

Yo, you know what’s up, there’s some ill shit going on

So long there’s topics that I haven’t really spoken on

I’m just like you, a kid who wants to rap

Get money, put an album out, mansion with a fountain spout

Out in the front yard, sidewalk leading to the street

Which leaves me to speak

My speech reaches the whole world and yet still

I’d rather rap about what I got or what I do to you

If you disrespect, you guessed it, I’m shooting you

But who’s the true villain and who’s illing

Mixtape and gun shot ain’t really killing

People dying, it’s tough luck

Can’t figure out if I’m the problem or the world’s just fucked up