Intro
To you m.c.'s i would like to know, does your music elevate the soul.
Does your music elevate the mind, if it don't then don't waste my time.
Don't you go havin' a fit, if the shoe fit's then wear it.
I believe it's time you see, the truth will finally set you free.

Chorus
From city to city and shore to shore, m.c.'s will talk smack and try to act hardcore.
But if they step to me, i got to give em' what they came for- yo is it luv or war(x2)

(j-raw verse 1:)
I'm straight coastin' off a mello gangsta boogie tip and ain't life a trip, so don't slip and fall cause if you caught slippin' you get cracked in the jaw.
You rapper's didn't know this is jraw.
And ain't no use for gettin' physical and cynical cause big brother j will stay spiritual, i'm lyrical, i'm sick of yall and all you whack m.c.'s who try to sound intellectual.
And ain't no clue about reality, you wasn't raised from the hood so what you know about this thug mentality.
I used to roll with killers from the c.p.t., i got love for the village they got love for me.
As i kick my rhymes for my homie's doing time, you know the kind huh.
So kick your flows and make your dough but know one thing for sure, i'm scoping you out like a criminal.
Your looking at the original and can't be duplicated, player haters all be knowin' that's why i'm player hated.
Yall thought we was soft when we broke yall off with sprinkle me love so don't commit the murder baby.

Chorus
From city to city and shore to shore, m.câ?s will talk smack and try to act hardcore. but if they step to me, i got to give emâ? what they came for- (yo is it luv or war(x2)

(swift verse 2:)
I never been one to judge and won't start now, as i speak on this, and kick a rhyme for yo' mind now.
Weak mc's you testin' me.
It ain't no need to rap on you ain't impressin' me. getta mic checka, then cut your cord in half, suckas didn't reckon that its life we pass.
So what's his name "jesus the christ", he doesn't change "sho'nuf you right".
So who's next ta flip with the lyrics they spit, countin' on they homie webster to giv'em the lick.
Sit up straight, i'm keepin' it real to the game, keep it simple and plain, don't complicate thangs.
Cuz that's my mateo, and i'ma stick to my guns, talk trash if you want, but i'ma still have fun.
Cuz its all about christ and thats the way i flow, if you ain't down for his, then its all a show, you gots to go!!!

Chorus
From city to city and shore to shore, m.c.'s will talk smack and try to act hardcore.
But if they step to me, i got to give em' what they came for- (yo is it luv or war(x2)