Everyman

[Verse 1] Deda

To make long story short kill the thought of dissin' me

You can keep your jealousy you can't get the best of me

Stressin' me and pressin' me to flip the script

So watch your lip before I bust it open

Slip and get your butt whipped like cream

Pa comes clean with the real and what i'm feelin'

I'm dealin' with a nigga that wants me out the picture

Beef goes down every time I roll with yas

So I give 'em and inch and they wanna take a mile

They talk behind your back and in your face they wanna smile

Jerks can smirk when i bodyslam a shamma

To think you was cool and you thought that you overruled

Check it, the enemy is easily spotted, you got it

And definitely on some booger snot shit

Watch it cause it's not good for your health

Check the rhyme ya'll it's every man for himself

[Verse 2] Pete Rock

I don't want to talk to ya story as you walkin'

This is especially for the niggas that be hawkin'

I'm worth six mil like the nigga Steve Austin

I can see a phony man layin' in a coffin

Surrounded by jealousy and envy every day

Where I work, where I play, it's like I can't get away

So like a matinee I view danger

No stranger to the ghetto I know the streets are full of anger

In a new time zone you gots to hold your own

Check the monotone  as I drop jewels on you fools

I see right through no loyalty in the crew

I can count on one hand who's my man and it's very few

Smile in my face behind my back you talk trash

That shit don't last so put a quarter in ya ass

And being self centered is really bad for your health

Ah man fuck it it's every man for himself

[Verse 3] Deda

Solid like stone with the pound when I come around

40s on the ground just listening to the sound

Only peeps that I swung with in the whole town

Everybody's down till I got shot by this clown

I got your back in fact I got the gat

I remember but when it was on where was my back at?

I'm jus there to let niggas know

Friendships are based on behavior when you flow

I know I'm hated and faggots perpetrated

But they still on the dick from the shit I illustrated, ill fated

Not I play my cards like a champ and when it's time I push power on the amp

[Pete Rock]

So put a stamp on ya dome 'cause now the spot in blown

To another dimension like the twilight zone

Heads are flown as I proceed to take the lead and not even feed into the greed, so let's plant the seed

And know who your peoples are

And keep your cypher tight and know who's wrong from right

It's time to resign and put your rhymes on the shelf

I'm keepin' it real it's every man for himself