• I'm getting violent, already asked these people nice,
    Don't make me beat your a** down like the Passion Of Christ.
    This Northe in the building,
    Constantly. I started rapping for the children.
    For the seeds, for the people that grew up in a slum.
    For everybody who grew up and ended up a bum.
    For the people that was homeless, never had a job in they life.
    I'm acting so trife, ridicolous lyricist spitting this,
    Intricate meticulous thing, that I do off the head.
    It's like that, I leave the whole microphone dead.
    I leave the, scene, deceased
    N-O-R-T-H-E, I represent Peace.
    But sometimes, peace has to get violent.
    Thats because our communities stay to silent,
    We don't get too hyped up off police aggression,
    We just be on the microphone confessing,
    About selling crack we never did,
    About the bid we never did,
    But I did that, and I speak on the track,
    Matter fact, I'll take that Cataract out of your third eye,
    So you can see clearly, and so you can fear me.
    Don't need to come through Harlem, to rise to stardom...