Verse 1 - E Luv
Earl Solow stands his ground - ready to attack
GMNT be my nigga - he got my back
DJ VoiceCrack - laced the motherfu--in' track
Ain't heard shi- this good, since NWA in “The Dayz of Wayback”
The haters will never take E Luv seriously
I'm everything from a liar to a sellout all because of BG
A northwest suburb of Chicago better known as Buffalo Grove
I'm not worthy to make the music I enjoy because of my home?
Man that's bullshi-, where the fu-- were you motherfu--ers
When after working 14 hours, came home found Moms on the garage floor
Where the fu-- were you when my Brother's drug deal went bad?
Right or wrong didn't matter at the time - had to get that nigga back to the pad
You wasn't there, exactly - only people I saw were the Crew
So outside of them, I couldn't give a flying fu-- about you
I don't need your props - it don't mean shi-
All that da-n criticism is ever so fu--ing meaningless
Like your fake, shallow existence
Why do I have to be a part of that black on black nonsense?
I'm out here tryin' to play the game against the fu--in' klan
Simply put, you couldn't come this hard if your fu--in' hood was Afghanistan
Guess I should be rapping about my car I trust
Well I drive a 20 year old BMW with a lot of fu--in' rust
Next be the weed - the libation - the skrill
That's not me either - plus I don't drink/don't smoke never have/never will
Every verse I've ever rapped was from the heart
Oh no you're opening your mouth - don't even fu--in' start
I just be kickin' some vicious lyrics on the VLK t-i-p
Unfu--in' fadeable as ever returns the vicious lyricist that is me
Motherfu--ers won't understand what they don't believe
The E is never alone - but some things I must do on my own Album 3 (DJ VoiceCrack)
Those on the sellout tip - get 4 dicks up the as- courtesy of the Crew
Others, cut your got da-n grass and quit bringin' down my motherfu--in' property value


Verse 2 - E Luv
Please don't think suburban life got me soft
I make 6 figures - fu-- with me I'll blow you're fu--in' as- off
How do you think them Republicans be doin' it?
It's all about the loot, this is inner circle - fu-- the bullshi-
I make enough to get a tax break I don't even fu--in' need
And I'm still pissed off because last year Enron paid less taxes than me
How many fu--in' trillions do I need?
I don't know, but my son and his future generations gotta eat
The only way I can ever repay my parents is to live well
So to clear the way for that I gotta send some o' you bitc-es to he--
For bein' overly greedy - there's enough out there for everyone
But some o’ you shady motherfu--ers act like you don't want me to have none
Should have never taught The Egregious I about capitalism
Better known as a bullshi- science of politics and the gun
I'm making the power play - so I must remain ever vigilant - always alert
And in case you haven't figured it out, I'm still half crazy enough to make it work
Motherfu--in' non believers talkin' all that fu--in' shi-
Think E Luv's nothin' but talk - nothin' but a fu--in' bitc-
Half them non-believers was on my website - yeah we purged the clique
Crazy motherfu--ers down to die in this shi- we down to the nitty-grit
Dirty grimy - gnawed to the bone, down to the fu--in' core
Ideas comin' timely - the skillz been honed, there's so much more in store
For that as-, hatin' as- niggaz thought we wasn't gonna last
But 10 years done past - I'm tryin' to have a larger impact on music than jazz (DJ VoiceCrack: Woo!)
White folks called me a rich nigger - I was from the suburbs rappin' the blues
And don't give me that bullshi- about payin' no fu--in' dues
Try bein' Black when nobody in your school look like you, think like you
The cops, the faculty, the community, really don't give a fu-- about you
It was hard, but I excelled - didn't let it hold me back - I paved the way
Come to think of it, the only thing that sold out were my underground tapes
And shi-, I'm not braggin', believe me - I'm not even complainin'
I'm just sayin, motherfu--ers had asked so I was explainin'