He yo Inck..
What up Big Ice?
I hear all these so-called rappers talking man, damn, they’re always talking man, always rapping about the same old shit, fake ass gangsters, with all their nursery rhymes, I think it’s time to school ’em man, really man, you’re ready?
Hell yeah,

The Mighty-way, 318-way, what would my mom say?
She’d be proud, my pen and pad, followed my path, I take a last stand and laugh, with half-ass MCs,
never last, like Everlast, I’m on their gangsta-actors-ass,
all talk, even the walk, a walking catwalk,
go and take a walk in Bangkok and reflect for a minute,
you’re a gimmick, just admit it, a misfit, just an idiot, what you spit you never did it, your rhymes mean shit,
a copy of an imitation, this here is an invitation, to come clean with your inner self, like myself I’m just myself, meet me in the flesh, I’m polite, I ain’t hard, never slapped bitches or fight, always playing my part, I’m not as cold as ice, I can’t kill people because I love life, and I can’t pull the trigger, certainly not use a knife, I can’t sell drugs, see the pain the feen’s eyes, so I give ’em a shoulder, don’t destroy but support life,

I don’t destroy but support life,
I hope you fake-ass-gangsta-MCs are listening, but Inck., it ain’t over, go get ’em,

Come on just do it, you live in the ghetto, everyday again a struggle, I hope you don’t forget to bring the ammo, masturbating when I call you Pac or Biggie, what do you know about history?, I’ll call you 50, so what up 50, ready to cruise true the inner city while looking really thugy and bully, I’m shore by now you must love me, such a mean machine, the scene has never seen, the hardest rapper there will be or ever has been, like a Trojan horse I’m in, I’m under their skin, wait a second and behold a destruction from within, cause he scene has never seen a bigger scheme, I see the dream, I see the fantasy, OK for me, let it be known it’s fantasy, it ain’t reality, so tell me who you are, I’m me, myself, the kid with the scarred memoire, M.I.G.H.T.Y. aka Inck., or call me Mighty hoe akbar,

Rhyming for yourself wasn’t enough, you wanted fame, the day you wanted to be the hardest it all changed, that that doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger, but you will loose yourself if you hold on longer,
Rhyming for yourself wasn’t enough, you wanted fame, the day you wanted to be the hardest it all changed, that that doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger, but you will loose yourself if you hold on longer,

What do you do, when all those motherfuckers are yelling, rebelling, and claiming they’re always committing felon-nies, get down on your knees, this ain’t police, this is hiphop 101, shut the fuck up, please, believe, I ain’t the bully who’s steeling money, think it’s funny? Well think again, cause I’m coming and I’m hungry, I’m here to challenge, all you fake MCs, drop the beat, let us take a peek into your life, so we can see, that you are a hustler, that nobody can touch you, you’re walking around with a gun, screaming I’ll buck you, you’re selling that coke, that xtc and that smoke, are you so hard that even your best homie thinks you’re cold, man I’m playing no more, today it’s all about show, instead of life, fantasy, all ego, no honesty, all lies, how can you sleep? You rhyme but ain’t a MC, a disgrace, how can you be, this shit here has history, better study history cause there’s more than a gangster scene, life on a beat, is what I hear and what I read, but when I’m hearing you speak, I hear lies and uncertainty, what kind of person would claim, to be a thug and insane,
While he’s still living with mommy and gets his money from daddy, goes to church Sunday morning but comes out a devil, I’m warning, all of you motherfuckers claiming you’re hard and you’re not, all of you bitches I hope you die right on the spot,
While the spotlight is on you and people see that you’re phony, you ain’t the devil, you’re holy and the same goes for your homies, go get your homies, by yourself you ain’t shit, a lot of noise, all lies man, you can suck my {peep}.