Im not too concerned with you “rappers” dissing me
I burnt bridges and turkey slapped your “industry”
I told you critics, learn to act with dignity
My whole crew struggled to earn rap validity
Im from a city of trials and tribulations
A lot of good friends deprived of liberation
Underworld killings, violent intimidation
Only the strong survive the situation
Its hard enough trying to hold your own
Without the weight of the world trying to overload
I go toe to toe with most of you blokes
And comatose ya homophobic bogan flows
Don you know, not to grab the mic
With the same old punch line battle rhymes
Appetite for destruction like the anti christ
Y’all looking like choir boys running from paradise.
Propaganda, Propaganda
I ain heard shit bout what you stand for
Everyone knows that your not a gangster


Not very personal, YET. But come back at me and well see how you give yourselves up. Buncha bitchezzzz.