Featuring chali 2na (of jurassic 5) 
[t love] 
Tired of all these wanna beez 
Get away 
Plates  nobody knows the name  nobody knows the pain 
The fame's last on list 
Can't get paid with mic in the syst' 
Gotta roll with a goal that swells the pole 
These stories are told  when i was like 
Ten y years old  won't be mad if it don't go gold 
I could gives a fuck 
Still cut my zit  and gives it all to soul 
I rocks the mic, like, dyke, hypes, like, pipes 
Who got the style, type, like, this, tight, type, tyke? 
I'm stronger than straight with no chase 
Emcees i step to's like a staircase 
Kick em to the bottom like bass 
Let that ink sink into your vellum 
Open up your eyes then i swell em 
Chorus: t-love and chali 2na 
[t] ooh, ah.. ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah 
[t&2] wanna-beez emcees, think they make cheese 
"would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?" 
[t] ooh, ah.. ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah 
[t&2] wanna-beez i sees, pretend they make g's 
"would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?" 
[chali 2na] 
Yo some of you brothers be livin lavishly 
But it's a travesty 
You're sellin millions of records 
But you a crab emcee 
Fakin hard as a rock, you just a wimp man please 
Your crew is a circus act of chim-pan-zees 
Heh, there's a disease in your lecture 
Lackin extra texture, what you flex neglects to wreck 
Got ta execute you pile; and boot the file 
When i shoot the style i'm givin root canals 
Now which of you punks be amongst me 
To let the funk free, i keep my composition junk free 
Consistently, like your monthly 
Plus i'm scent free, wack emcees can not hunt me - down 
Kickin freeze in the soundbooth 
Wanna-beez, be on they knees to get down 
Truth be told, the proof we hold, woke the old 
When they made me into an emcee, they broke the mold 
Like that 
Chorus w/ variations 
[t-love] 
No time's narrowin 
I don't be flippin with the heroin, like errol flynn 
See i can fly, high up in the sky 
Have track marks, all up on my thigh, but why? 
Cause baton rouge blues, don't compare 
To malibu, you, can have anything you choose 
Yet you all up in this b-girl's news 
Tryin to wear shoes 
All up in my mix, waitin for the opportunity 
To transfix, to culturist 
You wanna-be down with the, crews and clicks 
But, you can't kick it, why? he's a punk bitch 
Jockin wu-tang, don't know new slang 
Mad cause you can't hit black pu-tang 
All b-boys and girls will soon see 
That you are, a, wanna, be 
Chorus 2x w/ variations + chali 2na in last 
[chali 2na] 
Wanna-beez emcees, they aim to please 
2na fish and t-love, like that, hah