"You see, what you mistake for madness is just over acuteness of the senses
And now it came to my ears a low, dull sound,
Such as a watch makes when wrapped in cotton,
I knew that sound too. It was the beating of the old man`s heart."

Man, I`m telling you some motherf**kers just have no kind of heart, man.
Serious man , motherf**kers man, these motherf**kers man, these motherf**kers have no self respect.
Don`t wanna pay no dues, just wanna drop like a f**king LP tomorrow..
And then to top it off, these motherf**kers, they don`t have no heart to their music, you know what I mean?
Sound like little girls and s**t..

If you respect yourself [Repeat 5x]

[Slug]
Do you--
Now, it`s started off rather basic,
Just some small scale davilin confined to the basement
Never knew I`d grow to this full time user
Never figured that I was a winner or a loser only did the due to have fun
And only got with a crew because it seemed natural to have one
Capture the life in the form of the grip around the mic hold it
Right like a love hold it tight with plight fortifies my
Existence reinforces my position in this course that I`m sticking to my path now
I can see it all laid out in my past while trying to catch what it`s about in my last breath
Pull the toxins in, and I bet death`s about to box me in, but before this bitch comes to get some,
I`mma do my job on this m-i-c, and feed you a thick one

[Chorus: Slug (Repeat 3x)]
You can have all the heart in the world, doesn`t mean I`m gonna respect ya
I`m getting older and I`m knowing better

[Slug]
Let a, pissed rapper step to this captain and get up off your
Head kid, I`ll bitch smack Hugh Hefners
Now, I`m about to put a (Slug) in
Show business and if everything goes right, I`m leaving no witness
I hold this inside the chest, so big it hardly fits it trips between a true fan of party
S**ts quit to lace the track with substance for all the young guns that`s really listening
At the functions so you can love it or leave it, f**k it or keep it, either way
I`ll be here trudging through the deep s**t
I`ve done well over hundred cuts and gotten the feed back of love
From some of the ones I`ve touched and thus, I`m not quitting never stop rippin` you gotta be kiddin` s**t
He`s on a mission is it possible the mics got my soul?
I`ll make them all say "Ho!" and Rhymesayers
Rock the show let `em know that it`s more then a career goal
Cut that zero and let the hero in your ear hole, yo!

[Chorus: Slug (Repeat 3x)]
You can have all the heart in the world, doesn`t mean I`m gonna respect ya
I`m getting older and I`m knowing better

[Slug]
Let a, piss rapper step to this captain get up off your head kid
I`ll bitch smack Hugh Hefner emcees please excuse the "U`s" and "P`s" but I grew up on BDP, EPMD, Run-DMCs
I don`t believe you should hold a mic and rolled up with a bus full of friend that think alike
I`m having a hard time trying to keep it simple just for the f**kers that don`t seem to read between the ripples
It`s all nipples and c**ts in this rap s**t, catch a licking if you lay back passive bastard
It`s like that y`all, it`s like that y`all, art imitates life than most of it it`s wack y`all
You gotta learn how to read the info the individual provides they probably won`t dig me `till I`ve died

Die.. [Repeat 9x]
Dead, ha..