At the table I sit like I’ve done so many times before/

Sometimes to break bread/ sometimes to wage war/

What more/ can I say/ if top billing/ 

Was already achieved at the hand of mic killing?/

Everything that doesn’t give you that feeling/

Like you ate soul food that promotes healing/

Hurt people/ Hurt people is that how the saying goes?/

That would explain why there’s so much venom in your flows/

Yeah I know/ it’s a blood sport/

Hip hop isn’t sweet/

It comes from poverty/

It grew from a seed/

Of rock and roll/

Hold hip-hop accountable/

That’s the goal/

By spitting wild fire till my heart turns cold/

The internet made everyone so bold/

The need for attention has your mind controlled/

Now you are just an actor playing a role/

Validation puppet/ fuck it/ I love you/

Just like me you’re a child of God too/

Even though you always seem to be in a bad mood/

Posing like a killer when you’re really not that dude/

If you’ve never killed anyone in your life/

Can you justify gun bars when you write?/

You can do whatever the fuck that you like/

Even if it’s taking short legs on a long hike/

Even if it’s spitting wack raps on a dope mic/

Just don’t bite/ anything that I write/

Razor blade your left side/ knowing it ain’t right!

And I know it ain’t right giving you cuts/

Metaphorically with words/ matter of fact you know what?/

Right now I’m like an older brother fucking you up/

You’re yelling for your mom/ but she doesn’t respond/

You’re yelling for your pop/ begging for me to stop/

This is a hundred bars of tough love/ they both know that/

This is that new/ that feels like a throw back/

O.G. cat/ hungry like a new jack/

Y’all thinking face tats/ I’m thinking baseball bats/

Diddy shit when I swing so tape that/

But we all know tape cannot fix a cracked bat/

So I rethink the way I’ll attack/

Peep out differences/ tell you what the business is/

Lyrical murder without witnesses/

I cram to understand what y’all think this is/

Y’all thinking guns at the video shoot/

I’m thinking B.I.G. gimme the loot/

Y’all buying blouses, thinking it’s cute/

I’m thinking Guess jeans and Nautica boots/

In the spirit of counting a blessing/

I’m glad you’re thinking at all/

Even if that thinking is small/

This is a hundred bars of tough love/ with no chorus/

Tougher than the leather that’s worn by Chuck Norris/

Tougher than the path that’s laid out before us/

Tougher than Durant determined to out score us/

We create reality/

So do ghost writers in the game/ make fantasy real?/

Selling their souls/ for crumbs they call meals/

Modern day slaves/ with 360 deals/

I was offered those contracts/

Sign your life on the line/ right next to where the X be at/

Stayed independent and never looked back/

Put in work/ watched the catalogue stack/

Then I react/ to the track/ by giving you straight crack/

Digital download/ or paperback/

Or maybe you’ll discover/ my story in hardcover/

Or maybe you’ll discover/ another poetic brother/

No matter how the game go/

It cannot be said/ that I did not let y’all know/

What time it was/ and how I think w’ell grow/

Style and substance every time I flow/

This is a hundred bars of tough love/ for those faithful few/

That understand/ why I do what I do/

Others may have/ an opposing view/

Or hate my guts/ and that’s okay too/

I will not/ betray myself/ so I that I honor you/

To myself/ I must stay true/

Even if it means I have to kill your crew/

Anthrax letter from Mr G Bleu/

This is a hundred bars of tough love/ and lyrical bars/

Hoping y’all know/ who you really are/

Knowledge of self/ helps us go far/

One/ with the Sun/ Moon/ Earth and stars/

Salute to the universe/ Source energy/

and to everything we don’t understand/

Salute to everyone/ who don’t give a damn/

About how many likes they collect on the gram/

Salute to Sacramento/ and every part of New York/

Thugs with cases pending in court/

All the women done dirty and the brothers they fought/

and every lyricist killing mics for sport/

This is a hundred bars of tough love/ for them old cats/

Overly critical when young niggas rap/

Emcees over 35 please don’t act/

Like we weren’t weird niggas once way back/

At the table I sit like I’ve done so many times before/

Sometimes to break bread/ sometimes to wage war/

What more/ can I say/ if top billing/ 

Was already achieved at the hand of mic killing?/

Everything that doesn’t give you that feeling/

Like you ate soul food that promotes healing/

Hurt people/ Hurt people is that how the saying goes?/

That would explain why there’s so much venom in your flows ~

• GB