Last level

I spit a graphic novel for cats to lazy to read/ bottom line dude fuck what you need I got what you want/ I play the background, fake niggas in the front/ Catch 'em slippin then you take what you want/ that's the way the game's played and it been that way/ this the last level so it's gonna end that way/ You see ya experience points ain't really where they should be/ me and Supreme representin' what you could be/You just the gas tank but you tryna be the "engine in the hood"/ I really wish you would/ stop letting ya groupies and fans get you pumped up/ Don't you know punks get beat down when they jump up/ but really tho, we all know what the game's missin'/ a whole lot of L.I.T and a real vision/ something that time's test cant kill/ so when you feel it you can finally recognize that it's real.