[00:00.782](Cut)
[00:02.954]Erule supreme
[00:05.431]
[00:06.540](Hook)
[00:06.856]The real me
[00:07.340]A lot of these things you hear I still see (the real me)
[00:09.490]I’m striving to write my rhyme I spill free (it’s still me)
[00:11.327]Banging with enemies trying to kill me
[00:13.924]To fill me with slugs, the dirtiest hand to deal: me (it’s ill, see?)
[00:16.393]Knowing the half on what the drill be
[00:18.839]They still be living, some saying I take a spill, see? (but we’ll see)
[00:21.656]Building for years my mind is still free (the real me)
[00:24.009]The way it was, way it always will be
[00:26.031](Verse 1)
[00:26.937]Equality rule, my bottle-y duе
[00:28.944]My block merit, knowledge thеse jewels, follow these rules
[00:31.448]Never **** with（ N-Word ）like me ya’ll gotta be fools
[00:34.014]Ya’ll probably lose, we wreak beef, properly: views
[00:36.859]No poverty’s views, balance of the wrong would exist
[00:39.745]It’s on in a sense, when getting strong-armed in a twist
[00:41.921]But mainly it’s peace, when killers don’t aim and release
[00:44.143]The bang in the streets, a bitch ain’t complain to police
[00:46.886]That’s life for me, the strife for the sheis to see
[00:49.438][Nooming?] in days, but paid for the nights to read
[00:52.261]From start to finish, the spark’s in my heart’s dependence
[00:54.637]Way before the bottles abuse and carcinogenics
[00:56.927]Was a young seeds daily routes, doing it up
[00:59.572]Pursuing the plots and plans to construe in the cut
[01:02.022]We knew we was stuck humane for his juvenile crime
[01:04.421]Mere reflections reveal what maneuvers will find
[01:05.358](Hook)
[01:06.790]The real me
[01:09.239]A lot of these things you hear I still see (the real me)
[01:10.526]I’m striving to write my rhyme I spill free (it’s still me)
[01:12.952]Banging with enemies trying to kill me
[01:14.929]To fill me with slugs, the dirtiest hand to deal: me (it’s ill, see?)
[01:17.989]Knowing the half on what the drill be
[01:20.001]They still be living, some saying I take a spill, see? (but we’ll see)
[01:23.219]Building for years my mind is still free (the real me)
[01:25.006]The way it was, way it always will be
[01:26.545](Verse 2)
[01:27.536]The source to ride, force supplied, course is stride
[01:29.850]The killer act; if said I felt remorse, I lied
[01:32.403]But still I max, waist lines are where the torch reside
[01:35.028]The pillar caps of anybody trying to scorch my side
[01:37.713]Of the track; flatland （N-Word）, zones to the west
[01:40.452]Premature deaths, where many rest
[01:42.210]Prone to the stress, alone in my steps
[01:44.713]A quiet information appeared: my people would die
[01:46.172]Yo, half of the duration I teared
[01:47.802]Wondering why, it’s so foul under the sky
[01:49.812]Thunder the cries, where slugs fly plunders are high
[01:52.880]Figures get hit, my thoughts say I’m sick of this sh*
[01:55.356]Inflicting the Vics with change, now I’m flipping the script
[01:57.913]But first take facts, the beef start at birth day, It's like
[02:01.029]Science I dared, I can’t change, reverse take back
[02:03.630]Ain’t none of those things
[02:04.417]I stick to my guns and old themes
[02:05.882]Aware, cause you never know what the slum atoll brings
[02:08.317]I got nothing here
[02:09.399]Trying to appear with something clear
[02:10.833]Of a curse and strife, where there’s a price
[02:12.506]For stunting years on a person’s life
[02:15.137]Many you don’t seen in a war
[02:16.337]Even if they no longer banging, I’ve seen it before
[02:17.538]Screamed to my core
[02:19.234]Often I be faced with the truth
[02:20.901]The rates of the proof
[02:22.153]The found is in the state of my youth
[02:23.390]I vow to be out and hope I’m never down for the count
[02:25.986]‘Cause what you put into a cypher is what you bound to get out
[02:26.953](Hook)
[02:28.517]The real me
[02:29.332]A lot of these things you hear I still see (the real me)
[02:31.521]I’m striving to write my rhyme I spill free (it’s still me)
[02:33.918]Banging with enemies trying to kill me
[02:36.273]To fill me with slugs, the dirtiest hand to deal: me (it’s ill, see?)
[02:39.090]Knowing the half on what the drill be
[02:41.002]They still be living, some saying I take a spill, see? (but we’ll see)
[02:44.274]Building for years my mind is still free (the real me)
[02:46.352]The way it was, way it always will be
[02:47.874](Cuts)
[02:49.619]The real me
[02:50.437]Forming to flow free for the world to see: R-U-L-E
[02:54.203]It’s still me
[02:55.011]Forming to flow free for the world to see: R-U-L-E
[02:59.035]It’s ill, see?
[03:00.555]Forming to flow free for the world to see: R-U-L-E
[03:04.135]But we’ll see
[03:07.369]Forming to flow free for the world to see:
[03:07.621]The real me
[03:08.256]R-U-L-E
[03:09.036](Verse 3)
[03:10.055]The warlord lies, everyday there were trials
[03:11.826]And moms I apologize for my ways that were foul
[03:14.537]And oh dad, too: I grew up to understand you
[03:17.150]Knowing your child’s strife and wild life, ‘cause you a man, too
[03:19.577]While engaged in my current stage, stuck in my rage
[03:22.004]The worst to come was to die and get locked in a cage
[03:24.503]I stopped in my ways for living out my own will free
[03:27.204]Preserving life in my world, tough I gotta still be: the real me (feel me?)

(Cut)
Erule supreme
(Hook)
The real me
A lot of these things you hear I still see (the real me)
I’m striving to write my rhyme I spill free (it’s still me)
Banging with enemies trying to kill me
To fill me with slugs, the dirtiest hand to deal: me (it’s ill, see?)
Knowing the half on what the drill be
They still be living, some saying I take a spill, see? (but we’ll see)
Building for years my mind is still free (the real me)
The way it was, way it always will be
(Verse 1)
Equality rule, my bottle-y duе
My block merit, knowledge thеse jewels, follow these rules
Never **** with（ N-Word ）like me ya’ll gotta be fools
Ya’ll probably lose, we wreak beef, properly: views
No poverty’s views, balance of the wrong would exist
It’s on in a sense, when getting strong-armed in a twist
But mainly it’s peace, when killers don’t aim and release
The bang in the streets, a bitch ain’t complain to police
That’s life for me, the strife for the sheis to see
in days, but paid for the nights to read
From start to finish, the spark’s in my heart’s dependence
Way before the bottles abuse and carcinogenics
Was a young seeds daily routes, doing it up
Pursuing the plots and plans to construe in the cut
We knew we was stuck humane for his juvenile crime
Mere reflections reveal what maneuvers will find
(Hook)
The real me
A lot of these things you hear I still see (the real me)
I’m striving to write my rhyme I spill free (it’s still me)
Banging with enemies trying to kill me
To fill me with slugs, the dirtiest hand to deal: me (it’s ill, see?)
Knowing the half on what the drill be
They still be living, some saying I take a spill, see? (but we’ll see)
Building for years my mind is still free (the real me)
The way it was, way it always will be
(Verse 2)
The source to ride, force supplied, course is stride
The killer act; if said I felt remorse, I lied
But still I max, waist lines are where the torch reside
The pillar caps of anybody trying to scorch my side
Of the track; flatland （N-Word）, zones to the west
Premature deaths, where many rest
Prone to the stress, alone in my steps
A quiet information appeared: my people would die
Yo, half of the duration I teared
Wondering why, it’s so foul under the sky
Thunder the cries, where slugs fly plunders are high
Figures get hit, my thoughts say I’m sick of this sh*
Inflicting the Vics with change, now I’m flipping the script
But first take facts, the beef start at birth day, It's like
Science I dared, I can’t change, reverse take back
Ain’t none of those things
I stick to my guns and old themes
Aware, cause you never know what the slum atoll brings
I got nothing here
Trying to appear with something clear
Of a curse and strife, where there’s a price
For stunting years on a person’s life
Many you don’t seen in a war
Even if they no longer banging, I’ve seen it before
Screamed to my core
Often I be faced with the truth
The rates of the proof
The found is in the state of my youth
I vow to be out and hope I’m never down for the count
‘Cause what you put into a cypher is what you bound to get out
(Hook)
The real me
A lot of these things you hear I still see (the real me)
I’m striving to write my rhyme I spill free (it’s still me)
Banging with enemies trying to kill me
To fill me with slugs, the dirtiest hand to deal: me (it’s ill, see?)
Knowing the half on what the drill be
They still be living, some saying I take a spill, see? (but we’ll see)
Building for years my mind is still free (the real me)
The way it was, way it always will be
(Cuts)
The real me
Forming to flow free for the world to see: R-U-L-E
It’s still me
Forming to flow free for the world to see: R-U-L-E
It’s ill, see?
Forming to flow free for the world to see: R-U-L-E
But we’ll see
Forming to flow free for the world to see:
The real me
R-U-L-E
(Verse 3)
The warlord lies, everyday there were trials
And moms I apologize for my ways that were foul
And oh dad, too: I grew up to understand you
Knowing your child’s strife and wild life, ‘cause you a man, too
While engaged in my current stage, stuck in my rage
The worst to come was to die and get locked in a cage
I stopped in my ways for living out my own will free
Preserving life in my world, tough I gotta still be: the real me (feel me?)