The Intro

I spit it for hip hop fans listening with the eye to see and ears to hear; i share my vision Its me, Double D, Trees from jungle of concrete inhale raw, scent exits out of my pores. Not for the money, the respect or applauds, it ain't about that For me, that ain't why i rap bring the crowd out their sleep teach what i know, expose what's hidden those who tried before me died what i do is forbidden but it was way worst back then more blatant and brutal now the other side plays neutral talented like the juice crew Steel and Q big screen and the posse formulated in Queens complex sophisticated biological machine with the grimiest killers and we all look clean started an enterprise but the element of surprise came in when close ties loosened up with the lies. For instance, the question: Am i my brothers keeper, meaning was much deeper, now your brother would cheat ya talk behind your back, set up a plot to sneak ya all the while coming around , reaching to greet ya. Its evident, you wont survive the streets without intelligence. The game is to be sold, fake niggas is telling it. Not knowing that their game is straight trash. Shots ring out whenever they pass. I'm hardcore.