To whom it may
(Why you ain't me?) You know I'm the hardest, you that my art is applauded (Why you call me?) I'm not hearted but I could've been old when I started
(Why you ain't me?) You I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded (Why you call me?) You on my music and that's a damn shame 'cause I slam my bang (Why you ain't)
I've been inside every hip hop you could imagine Gangster or pop, even backpackers know that I'm good at rappin' I was strugglin' back in the day when my hood was Yo so I'm to talk about what shoulda, woulda and coulda happened
If music was about inovatin' and generations By generatin' intergration It wouldn't be about limitation and Imitation within a blatant looks just
It ain't about the music, it's about the fame If you ain't homie, then you just out the game If video and radio don't frequently your name They don't know your music though you blow most out the frame
But a closed mouth don't get fed when it stays Lay cuts with Tecca Nina he can straight bust Say what, you ain't heard of me gettin' paid Torrent see me rippin' the stage up
(Why you ain't me?) You I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded (Why you call me?) I'm not broken hearted but I been old when I started
(Why you ain't me?) You know I'm the hardest, you know my art is applauded (Why you ain't me?) You sleep on my music and that's a damn shame 'cause I my bang (Why you ain't)
I've been on tour with Hov 'bout 27 Why he ain't have me on a record heaven knows Maybe he missed us, the big picture this is a fixture, aw yeah, he got Twista
Well, Twista's my homie and we both the Midwest And I guess Hov ain't lookin' for speedy rapper kid yet Me collaboratin' with was all in me dreams Matter fact the one of 'em called me was Beens
He told me he you 'The Industry Is Punks' And you it so you know Tech is what the industry would want I down at the bottom, got with TOG and then it payed But I would've loved to been on the third verse of
They must think I'm a stick of dynamite with no That's why I got D12 but no Em But I burst and I bet that y'all know my first name I'm the hardest this side of Earth man
(Why you call me?) You know I'm the hardest, you know that my art is (Why you ain't me?) I'm not broken hearted but I could've been old I started
(Why you call me?) You I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded (Why you ain't me?) You on my music and that's a damn shame 'cause I slam my bang (Why you ain't)
ain't no hate mail, this a love letter I love you music and I hope is does better I just wish you woulda hit a brother that cheddar But I'm now and I'm better than I was ever
Space age flows like Jesse and Tin-fold, I used to open-up, now I end Grim road, when you one of the best with dough And you ain't got Dre, Storch, and no Timbo
I've met almost of the DTP But the couple times I to Luda, don't think he see me Had never met but he spoke at BET Shawnna love me, Field Mob and Chingy decently me
So I'ma the game, it's all fame And you get no play if you an emcee with a small name If I wanna get on TV I guess I gotta call And Nelly, my great grandmother's name is Haynes
Maybe I'm trippin', of delusion Maybe it from all the drugs I was usin' Maybe I am the best thing you ever saw Maybe I'm and you don't know me at all
I I'm blinded, I got reminded That none of you will ever know who the N9ne is And you never of the homie from the Show me Punk that, I know you know me
(Why you ain't me?) You I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded (Why you call me?) I'm not broken hearted but I could've been old I started
(Why you call me?) You I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded (Why you call me?) You sleep on my music and that's a damn shame 'cause I slam my
(Why you ain't me?) You know I'm the hardest, you that my art is applauded (Why you ain't me?) I'm not broken hearted but I could've been old I started
(Why you call me?) You know I'm the hardest, you that my art is applauded (Why you ain't me?) You on my music and that's a damn shame 'cause I slam my bang (Why you ain't)