Cuz I just sit here wit my head down
Tha mind flows but it's a dead spout
Conceptions seek a way out
But it stay bout Im jus not good enuf for no1
So I get my flow on in attempts to show but
I've tried, and I've cried, and I've died and been born again
Take pride in my rights and my writing
And accomplishments, I've accomplished them
Yet despite these things I'm incompetent?
Well fuck it
Ill just ask the pen if its bleeding to lead me conceding to continuance
Or down another path that crafts fast apathy to attacks at me and my avid endurance
But this stance won't bend
and I already said, I'm floatin atop the flood, I'm the godsend sent to prevent hip hops end
and I shall not surrender independence at someone else's expense
I'm not hopping any more fences, I'm walkin through em and
I don't care bout your offense, cuz I stay tru wit it
Werd, And I'm a keep bringin art afta art
and it aint for tha most part from tha heart its all from tha soul
and my soul will be paid to hiphop in a form of bars, rhymes, and beats as my toll
when I die, and lay down, but hey now, I'm still here
and these tears will drop and spill as a token of sheedr determination
and if I'm let down, and the sun sets, how am I sposed to wake up in tha mornin, get dressed?
and trek off into the complex rest, yet all I request
is to do what I love, and love what I do best
and wit a mic to my chest, and a cap on tha dome
ill see to it my psyche spreads throughout every home
every block, every floor, every door, every store
from the Phillipinos, Europeans, and back to new york
for, theres no doubt in my mind I was assigned to rhyme every day under lights shinin
and time afta time society fights to find the meanin of thy lives and so they try undyin
but mine is rhymin and rhymin is mine and thas what I was placed here to do
so hip hop I been writin non stop all night this letter cuz its tha best way I can thank you

Dear hip hop
you taught me all that I know, so I continue to grow, so lissen to this ink as it flows
And the source is unknown, but behold my devotion will neva unfold...

So sit up, hip-hop, I got some--ill shit to say, like shit back in the day, when I would stay
up late, and watch mtv and see these cats getting opportunities overcome wit jealousy was me
but I would dream and I would dream when I closed my eyes
that cats blastin supra when they ridin by
that I wuld be gettin money like tha limits tha sky
that one day I wuld be spittin bars wit jedi mind
n then one night--eminem was like, 'yo, you can rhyme, thas somn u gotta pursue in ya life'
and I was like, aite, all else back on tha shelf
who you to believe if you don't believe a god himself?
so guard ya belt. I'm hot as hell, the cards are dealt
my mindschemes combine asphault n felt
so last call tha bell is ringin, while I'm singin in tribute to 2 pacalypse notorious n big L
dead prez lauryn hill nas masta ace aesop rock, genet, and william butler yeats
and appreciation of rockin tha stage
facin thousands of people who capable of placin ya name wit ya face
yo this is for jp, roxbury and rozzi
and for all tha cats who record every nite in thy closet
and all tha wackos in chinatown blackin out cuz they lost it
and all the animal thugs bustin slugs in tha lobby
for all the cats without a pen they feel nude
tha dudes wishin they can spit over a kanye beat witout getting sued
you all rude, so mad props, cuz you keepin it true
the ones who gas theyselves up are tha ones we elude
they hungry for jewels, and so we protrude and exclude em
and keep devourin knowledge as our food we pursuin
tha shit we love doin, I love spewin, never will be extruded
and always stay above em thas y they call me supra...

Dear hip hop
you taught me all that I know, so I continue to grow, so lissen to this ink as it flows
And the source is unknown, but behold my devotion will neva unfold...