Spittin' Image Video (MV)

You're now listening to a real one baby
The Wurthiness is now televised
Sometimes improvised but towards any occasion I'll rise
Emanating a style profile that while you're near
Sit down and let me detail the there and here
Staying hit bound with hypnotic sound
My corrupt past has no rebate
With full concern for my image, I'm a raw primate
Staying away from hood talk despite the culture
Can't let a fake sense of self become a vulture to my soul
This manuscript details my true nature
Even though condemnation within rap's legislature
Can't tolerate my haters they the worst really
Meanwhile P Dub stayin' so gully and illy
My pimp infinite yeah, got listening clinics
Chea with model chicks that could suck the green outta spinach
Fair, is not how life is it's a storm to a creek
True to myself until the finish, Pete shall complete
Decathlons of verse to help me find my voice and place
Amidst my curse, can I trace through choice my face
My redeemer gave me redeeming qualities
But I need more than retweets for you to "follow Pete"
I aint my father's spittin' image
But I swear that I have a spittin' image
Real game or scrimmage I'm fire til I retire
A live wire with lyrics whom you must admire
Authentic rap, not a carbon copy of another
Paving my own path and that's word to my mother
By God's design keepin' my eyes on the prize
All my selfish desires I will realize
Life is a lot like the vault in gymnastics
You're scored on how fantastic you are at flippin'
Twistin' while sticking the landing
Staying in bounds with a posture outstanding
Hip Hop these days emcees follow the trend
And towards their personality they make pretend
I contend, we need some individuals not cowards
Record label CEOs strip them of their powers
My generation in the dark perhaps we got
Smart minds minus mind sparks
We after insipid poems and mindless talks
No direction like hop scotch with no chalk
Just callin' it as I see it as a ref should
We ain't Boyz In The Hood, just boys misunderstood
Replacing authenticity with guilty pleasure
Displacing the art of rhyme by any f*cking measure
On some sucker shit
I aint my father's spittin' image
But I swear that I have a spittin' image
Real game or scrimmage I'm fire til I retire
A live wire with lyrics whom you must admire
Authentic rap, not a carbon copy of another
Paving my own path and that's word to my mother
By God's design keepin' my eyes on the prize
All my selfish desires I will realize
This industry faker than toupees
At least when I spit, "it's my pleasure" more than Chick-Fil-A
But yo, I must assert this
It's the hardest thing to rock a crowd feeling worthless
With identity unknown, soft and sweeter than scone
The message unclear like a game of telephone
A pit of despair like the death of Boba Fett
But my rhymes will forever smoke, no Nicorette
I gotta style smoother than fleece, menace on beats
Sure shot reason for the mic handling tax increase
My peace lies, where verse saturate phat like duck fries
I buck guys, who supply lies, encompassing what I despise
Calling out more falsifications than a detector test
Havin' Pete on tunes is protection like a bullet vest
Why park at the valley when I can live at the crest so
When you hear new Wurthy it'll be my best yet
I aint my father's spittin' image
But I swear that I have a spittin' image
Real game or scrimmage I'm fire til I retire
A live wire with lyrics whom you must admire
Authentic rap, not a carbon copy of another
Paving my own path and that's word to my mother
By God's design keepin' my eyes on the prize
All my selfish desires I will realize
I aint my father's spittin' image
But I swear that I have a spittin' image
Real game or scrimmage I'm fire til I retire
A live wire with lyrics whom you must admire
Authentic rap, not a carbon copy of another
Paving my own path and that's word to my mother
By God's design keepin' my eyes on the prize
All my selfish desires I will realize