(Whispers) It's been a long time...
Uh, uh...
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
C'mon...
Uh...
Yeah...
Come on...
Aye yo, it's my life...
My time...
My rights...
My rhymes...
My grime...
My struggle, hustle, sweat and my blood too...
My predator smells fear, and I smell a lot...
My competitors fled scared, 'cause they smelt I was hot...
I want it all...
In excess, the sex, and much success...
Stress sucks, I want it all, no less...
So, come on...