Caliber:
I'm on a roll you can't tell me shit, fuck you,
You're not gonna control this,
I've given up on tryin' to fit in, I'll make my way in,
I'll end up winnin' and rippin' everythin' given to shreds,
Flippin' simple lyrics over peoples heads, livin' in the dark,
Bingin' on my hip-hop, cringin' at the thought,
Of anythin' less, I've given up on rest,
Stressed at the text spit, knowin' I'm better than the rest,
How am I supposed to feel?, or to deal,
Knowin' 90% of you niggas ain't keepin' it real,
Which leaves very little room for a nigga like me,
Record companies avoid products like me,
So I say fuck'em all if you don't want me,
Suck on my large balls, Don't tell me what I oughta be,
Too creative, to pay attention to all the hatin',
Destined to make it, mentioned wit some of the greatest,
No respect for the fakin', I couldn't live wit myself,
You can dispell, any notion sayin' anythin' else,
On top of skills, I have integrity,
Bein' me is for me, and fuck it it's all I can be,
Fuck the pressure cooker called the industry,
You can topple if you want, I'm bringin' this bitch down to its knee's,
Never lettin' 'til I'm the one that's pleased,
In dire need of fresh air, I'm bringin' the breeze...

Chorus:
(Rino) You love fake but hate real,
You just, Make up what you don't feel,
I had enough of you fucks wit your tough fronts,
Spillin' that trash out ya hip-hop dump trucks,
(Caliber) You won't stop me...
(2x)

Caliber:
I'm tired of re-iteratin' everythin' I'm sayin',
So why should I try holdin' the reigns?,
Nothing is changing, it's the same thing, chains and fake bling,
Women in bathin' suits not knowin' a thing,
So fuck it I said, fucked in the head, I may be,
Trust when it's said, nothin's escaping,
From my grasp, any peripheral path that you're taking,
Just know, there is no escaping, OK G,
They say he has no place to say,
What's hip-hop and what should go in its place,
You're wrong, as far as the hip-hop I think wit my heart,
Not the pockets next to my fart,
Get it, no financial bias in my art,
Straight love, it aches and pains as you tore it apart,
I pick the pieces up, rebuild, you still,
Don't understand whats the point of keepin' it skills,
Cuz as an actor, all you gotta do is fuckin' act,
And after that?, all you gotta do is fuckin' rap,
No substance needed, take your money and leave,
I'll be critically acclaimed, you can be Keanu Reeves,
You can have all the top hits,
As far as my career, I'll still be here in 5 years,
You can have every battle, cuz it's war I want,
Don't I start?, than motherfucka fuck off...

Chorus (2x)