--------------Shallow Styles---------
Sick of all these carbon-copy/ motherfuckas in the game/ makin' beats 
off only hits/ and their lyrics all the same/ it's all materialistic 
radio hits/ they just don't get it/ so I'm pressin' charges on those who 
front/ won't get aquitted/ I never bit it/ cause my original style is 
versatile/ ain't heard of that in a while/ cause this game has been 
defiled/ by hip-hop molesters/ spread like cancer and just fester/ and 
while their label takes their money/ they play the role of a jester/ 
weak MCs/ for a weak industry/ while they cover up the underground/ we 
still shine through you see/ I claim this game as mine/ name names if 
you outta line/ cock back the verbal 9/ and I ain't never sublime/ so 
fuck those like Puffy Combs/ get some beats of your own/ you put 
designers in your lines/ to get free clothes in your home/ got 
money-minded MCs/ that be writin' lines for ya/ only chickenheads adore 
ya/ beware my sword is commin' for ya/ whatever happened to all those/ 
who used to represent/ with knowledge that made ya repent/ simply put: 
they came and went/ so I must go on and on/ with the mic in my palm/ and 
even after I'm gone/ seeds'll study my psalms/ weed out the false and 
the fake/ watch them burn at the stake/ morn them as they bake/ warned 
them of their mistake/ too many have been locked in/ that conformity 
pen/ corrupting the minds of men/ hip-hop must begin again/ for too many 
today/ captive to the mainstream hits/ all suckin' corporate tits/ but 
that's as far as it gets/ for the corrupters are left behind/ when the 
Enlightened One shined/ upon all the dark minds/ then we'd no longer 
find/ clones of other styles/ but knowledge that's compiled/ into 
hip-hop's new dynasty/ the first step's now in your files