Advice to the Apprentice

Ey yo, hater players marchin on the frame,
even before the start of the game,
actin like they've got automatic affinity,
but all they've got is plenty enmity,
can name any active negative quality,
envy, jealousy - no fake terminology,
ya know I rep 100% reality,
the cinematic way they act to do,
do they think I'm a fool?
they better remember ma name, N-SubstiTool,
N for life, get promised a big bang slice,
I see no mouth-gapes coz it aint no surprise,
now, let the apprentice get a piece of advice,
with age, the number of enemies gets on the rise,
dont blame later, info's gettin apprised,
let yo ears pay attention, get a piece of advice,
from the man who knows the number on dice,
that makes yo game easier, aint it kool and wise?
coz the ultimate target's gon be the prize,
ya can steal it or pay huge grand price,
choice is yos, be lame or get wise,
in the mean time, lemme advertise,
dont be off-mood, get high,
and see how the sky flies!
but dont turn to coke after every choke,
analyse where & how ya've been poked,
but dont do the 'why' coz the reason is known,
ya livin in a hate-world,
a foe turns friend and a friend turns foe,
lovin to the core becomes hatin to the core,
this is the truth, from coast to coast, shore to shore,
100% reality implies what I spit is fo'sho,
so, better dont assume affinity with no soul,
coz who turns who, I bet ya dont know,
a piece of advice from the soul ya know,
dont start the hate game, get thorough,
dont fall for fakin smiles - a grave-type furrow,
hater players start pushin ya down in yo own ghetto,
if ya pulled into it, avoid it with yo love,
but, if ya still forced, then it's time for a shove,
time to kick their ass, and come above,
above the rest; now, take a bow,
forget the past, and start showerin love like a dove.