Story Told

Yo, ya claim to be ma friend,
but the thangz I do dont get into yo brain,
it took me a lot to explain,
but I find everythang's in vain,
and that's coz ya got something called E-G-O,
that resists every enlightenin' glow,
external to the body, internal to the soul,
that can turn a friend into a foe,
can land up with a huge blow, fo'sho,
ya be praisin me all the time in fronta me,
the moment I turn around, ya start backstabbin' me,
coz ya think ya superior to me,
in the terms of intelligence and loadza money,
yo, lemme tell ya somethang for free,
same intelligence given to all by G-O-D,
hot lava accumulatin' inside ma soul,
time has come for the eruption of this volcano,
when I do it, ya'll recognize ma tone,
not only ya, it's gonna be this whole world,
coz they gonna be 'N-ST prone' to ma magical flow,
rippin to the core, what I spit is fo'sho,
will not leave a record unbroke,
it's as easy as to take a toke,
I'ma poke ya without a choke,
I copyright these rhymez, coz they are 'N-ST-spoke',
have no second thoughtz,
otherwise, I'ma make ya smoke heavy coke till ya croak,
N-ST with a mic is dangerous than knight with a sword,
yeah, this is a story that would be told,
generations come & generations go,
but the story's gonna remain ultra-cold,
relations get based on this foundation, friend or foe,
ma shyt gets pirated or it gets sold,
I dont care coz I want ya to know what I hold.