"Come on, come on, come on, let the truth be told You, Boogy Boy, think you're bold, but you're cold Mockin' me for speakin' facts, but you ain't got a clue Just a punk, ain't got a backbone, can't even stand true You claim to know, but you're lost, a peace of trash Cowardly fleein' from the fight, no revenge in your stash I'm a born Muslim, real to the core Know the Quran, you ain't got no more You can hate, but I'll keep it real For my loved ones, I'm a good soul, no need to conceal You can't touch my knowledge, you can't touch my pride I'm the one who stands tall, while you hide"