Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It ain't hard to tell
I stay real and never sell
No need to front when you got the skill
To spit that truth and give the people chills

[Verse 2]
Still a giant with the pen and the pad
Put the flame to the paper like I'm puffin' a drag
I'm still the illest when I'm kickin' the rhymes
Still spittin' with that '94 state of mind

[Chorus]
Still puttin' queens on the map
Still a verbal assassin with the knife in my back
But I still survive the struggle and strife
The mind is too strong for 'em to take my life

[Verse 3]
I still give you one mic
Still dodgin' haters and parasites
Tryin' to dim my light
They still try to play me close
You gotta be a real one to feel me the most

[Verse 4]
From the books I read
To the places I've seen
To the way I make the crowd move
When I'm on the scene
For my people in the pen and all my brothers in need
Still the same dude from '93

[Chorus]
I still give you all of me
And when the people hear the voice
They know that it's me
You know the kid's still major
Still puttin' heads to bed
Still givin' you that flavor