Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt, it won’t work,
So throw dirt on the nigger and watch me burst my shoulders off
I ain’t soft for loss and see all the boss.
Think about it, he didn’t win from this and that,
And back name trying to rap the way, half in hat.
Says who? You? You ain’t got a clue what I’ve been through,
You mortal, don’t saw on me, dude,
We used to be cool when I was on the R&B side,
Rap niggers are singing, I thought I’d give it a try.
Can’t be mad, you niggers never call me for hook the industry struck
I’m Black Ty, open the books.
Daddy rapping the block, niggers know from what to keep it hot,
The west coast move won’t stop.
Straight out the dope for sure, got plenty collab’os
You niggers ain’t ready for the rap, don’t make me laugh.
I’ve been doing this rap shit for years, blood, sweat and tears, no fears.
So let me be clear, I got medicine for your ears,
And not draided and do, I should have steal hot damn, absolute.