This is a song about "Keep fightin"

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Fightin through with our rhymes to the finish line is just the first test

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Keep it real yo, keep it keep it real,

Keep it real yo, keep it keep it real,

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

I'm gettin' tired of moderating and fightin' the crimes,

It's dark n' im writin barkin like i'm fightin for mike vick as my #1 critic

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

I really don't know why you keep on fightin'

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Fightin for my soul, look in the mirror see my adversary

I know its to hard to try fightin back

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack