96 Ambitions

[Verse]

I'm tryna push things forward, but I've got haters

Holding me back from making papers

That's not right, sooner or later

I would've left everyone, I'm not a waiter

I'm high up here, I'm a teacher

On the low, they're just little cheaters

If it was up to me, I would teach them a lesson

Write down everything I say later

MCs can't touch Jme

I'll dead out your career, I do what I say

I'm strong-minded, it's not a joke

I'm 20 years old and I still don't smoke

I've been offered about a hundred zoots

Girls try trap me with bare youts

But I still ain't taken one draw

Girls chat shit, get a slap in the jaw

I do what I say and I say what I'm doing

There's nothing that I say that I ain't did

If I say something then I'm doing it for def

My mind's stronger than morning breath

A verse of my bar will take you far

A verse of your bar won't make me move

Your lyrics are air like space bar

Ignorant people listen to you

I've got fans from all kind of different backgrounds

From all walks of life

All your fans are all in your phone book

Most of them live on your road, don't lie

You're a professional wasteman

Freelance poomplex, come out my face and

Get out the room, bredrin, it's not easy

I'll strap 96, you can't see me

Mix album's out now, cop that

Or you can download it off YouSendIt

Too many bootlegging man, stop that

If I see one, I'm like, "Oi, you, send it"

If you don't send my CD

I'll take his iPod and his PSP

And tell him that, "That's what you get for thinking that

In this game that music is free"

People think I'm an angel, god-sent

'Cause I'm a guy with the positive content

But the reason I'm better than half of these MCs

Is 'cause I've got one thing on them

I spit the truth

The whole truth, nothing but the truth

Raise my right hand, blud, I'll raise both

I'll spit my whole album under oath

For real, I've heard all the up-and-coming MCs

And you're all pathetic

I swear I'd make better music than you

Under local anaesthetic

I don't even have to try hard no more

Music's in me, it's genetic

Other producers out there

Go home on their computers and they use

The same old kicks, same old claps

Same old bass, same old hi-hats

Treating all your listeners like rats

Fake producers, professional prats

You'll realise when

Boy Better Know reaches top ten

Remember on "Shh Hut Yuh Muh", I said

"It's time to up the levels again"

It starts off with blank CD-Rs

And ends up with big TVRs

And Lexuses, and attention

From the general public and the media

Now here we are

We've been given a chance to make it and be a star

But instead of making music

We'll rather argue with each other

That's some eediat ting

We don't need this in our scene

It's in the early stages of forming

And all of this beefing is just weakening

But on the other hand, there's some other man

With some other plan that

Clock guys that's not meant to be here

And dead out their career

Yo, my man, allow the hype

Hype ting, I'm not on tonight

Night time's when we come out to fight

Fight me and you'll not look right

All this hype on the phone is nothing

Shouting loud like you wanna do something

Don't get rude, I said don't get rude

I will start headbutting

Big H said, everybody dead

Any funny business, slap inna di head

If you're on my hit list, run, tell a fed

If you're on my hit list, run, tell a fed

Big H said, everybody dead

Any funny business, slap inna di head

If you're on my hit list, run, tell a fed

If you're on my hit list, run, tell a fed