Welcome, this is your boy Johnny Unstoppable,
hey yo this goes out to everybody who sold out to their friends,
cuz they thought it all was a trend.
check it:
Hey kids, I can only ask to hold my glass while I grab a golf
club and a goalie mask.
I got to spit a verse with Casey Jones,
we`re here to blaze the domes in every racist home.
Every block party and traffic jam, back in the day son, you know
I had a plan.
Me and the Boys caused a ruckus, cuz no one could touch us,
a whole lot of love with a little brass on the knuckles.
And when I say hardcore I don`t mean a CornFAG,
and when you see three X`s I a`int readin a porn mag.
See you jsut confused like a gangster with an orange rag.
I``m watchin the scene split up like a torn bag.
WIth all the fakers fall out, takin the wrong route,
now kids wonder...who im makin this song `bout?
see back then my mom thought my friends were satanists,
now there not even my friends there just aquaintainces.
When I came home from college I was startin to rap,
everybody would trade in there X`s for cartons and packs.
Rest of the cats think weed sacs will help them get their steeds back,
and they wonder where the cheese at.
Ya`ll turn the red light off for a one night stand,
becoming whores for some empty coors and budlight cans.
If you don`t care about that, pfft, I could care less.
I`ll be makin six-figures, while your peepin` hair nets.
I got a real appetite, I can`t eat off their checks,
so I stand alone in the pit and beat on my bear chest.
Take a look at what`s left, from old school to new school.
The only thing that`s real is The Few, The Proud and The Crucial.
