The Bio - Specman, Fantom of the Beats, Fes Taylor

Aiyo, the industy funny as hell

All these wack MC’s is sale, fronting like they capping off shells

How he get a deal, listen to the lyrics he spit (listen)

Everything I make, you play, if you hearing the hit

I ain’t signed, but I sell hooks and rhymes to rappers

Go ahead, shine, I’mma get mines right after

Probably heard me on the Thug Love soundtrack

Or King Just album in '94, I was down with that

Shaolin Soldiers, Black Fist era, thought it would pop

Three hundred thousand copies sold, they called it a flop

Then I signed to an independent, they tried to get me to do a Mase move

Like Puff, sample a bass groove

But, I do what I do, Two 4 War Entertainment

Cover the globe like a wall when it’s painted (uh-huh)

We won’t fall, check out the way I arranged this (uh-huh)

You want war, look at the wolves that I came with

Yeah, yeah, it’s the bio, keep it live, yo

Take a ride, yo (where we gonna take it)

I said I gotta make it, son, I can’t fail

Hustle my whole life, avoid death in jail

Aiyo, Taylor, I bet they didn’t know none of that shit about you

But you letting them know right now…

Yeah, what happened next?

I put out an album with no distribution

L.I.S.

set out the trunk, that’s the solution

So we made it happen, laid and recorded

Mixed it and mastered, pressed it and waxed it, made a classic

I did the theme music for Kings of the Street

End of the film, you hear it, it’s the great L.G.

I already got a fanbase, look all the fans wait

Look all the damn hate, over money your man make

Fantom made «Magic Stick» pitching a beat

Ended up being the number one song for 16 weeks

Haters try to ruin me back, now you can’t hold me

I got known producers doing my tracks

Killa Mac, you my secret weapon, got the people checking

Volume One, Volume Two, soon as we release the record

Plus the streets respect, you know I’m running with

Shadow Government, bout to blow when you least expect it

It’s fucking gangsta right there, dog

You know what I’m saying?

This is the type of shit

That legendary M.C.'s are made of, respect

This is my bio, I traveled across the country

Battled for money, wolves they eat cattle, we hungry

I performed at Freaknick and Jack the Rapper

Ready to, jack a rapper, for ya platinum, yap ya

Hit the Mid West, even did shows in Nebraska

Crackers joked me on albums that he sold in Africa

First Summer Jam, first ones to hit the stage

If you realize it or not, that’s history we made

Some of ya’ll rappers never got to spit on Kiss

You only know about since Hot 97 exist

We was on Rap City, before The Bassment

Joe Clair;

Big Tigger, son, he the replacement

And DJ Enuff, yeah, he used to spin our records

Wendy Williams played the promo with Specs, that’s what respect is

I only show love to those who show it back

I do a show, and rap explode on the track

Ya’ll muthafuckas better recognize

This is the realest shit you ever fucking heard