Nowdays I do this for a hobby. I‘m actually a professional salesman. I never liked doing rap in a studio, I don‘t like beats. I have no affection for music at all. I started this crew called it WAC than made it into a small biz a few years later. I thought I had a passion for music, it had an allure of drugs and guns, murder. Whatever I could think of no matter how insane fit into what I thought music was, was so I started being bad. I started a gang, a label, a record, all from the wrong doings of my musical intentions. It only lead to a criminal history and a felony I deny. I kept on the street. I thought that‘s where the skill had to be earned and practiced. Years later I found out you guys were in the studio talking shit still why I was tasting blood and pre meditating murder. Eating people and enacting heinous crimes all in the name of a better line. I found out for twenty years I have been doing music. Yeah, some of you think I suck, but your in the wrong, I have rapped more than ten hours on that street straight in one day. You‘ll never hear anything but a nigger in the street calling you Pac when you only rap on the street. I rap exclusively on the street. No corners, on the row, where I belong. After all I‘ve done you still want to talk shit, whatever I can‘t even own a gun for two weeks without committing a first degree felony. Anyone, ANY 1. Who ever talks shit to me don‘t be a pussy let‘s finish this at 4 AM outside on the block, with all your crack head friends watching their little dreams of sales and chart toppers come crashing down when the real evil I have comes through to you in death cause rapping on the street ain‘t how your hustle works. That‘s why my hustle works cause and effect. I‘d ought to be doing time, alot more than you. So whatever I made I put into drugs like crack and guns, murder and felonys, rappers are rhymes for corny ass fakes with a better life than me because I‘ve been on that street before 9/11 and I‘ve been watching all of you, and you ain‘t no realer than a movie extra. I‘m a reel star by far rr,r,r,r my car‘s in the garage. All I had to know in this rap game is that I can kill anyone of you fuckin‘ rappers, and that was enough for me to know I accomplished the only true intention of wrong interpretations of what music is and it‘s origins. I found out I didn‘t want to be a rapper, really I wanted to be a killer. I have, I want to keep getting away and leaving cold cases. So before you start with that hating shit, ha HatinG, and that game I left you on realize murder rap ore ruger rap are the raps yore doesn‘t have, try doing that game on me motherfucker I‘ll leave a pistol in your hand and a bullet in the record I still have. You‘ll never see why these guys retire and they only play queers, but the only rap I have is broke for good. Yo bitches want to ride in my car, ride to my house on my money too bad your fuckin the problem why this game‘s in the shitter cause you‘re poor money. Every time one of these guys raps about a girl he‘s already a fuckin‘ loser. HA HA, Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! check the latest 9/11 videos on www.wacrap.com, I had a bin exclusive til the feds found out and robbed me of a story he told about a sheep and a wolf who the little boy saw the sheep eat the wolf than the little boy ate the boy so the sheep ate the wolf the wolf asked than the wolf ate the boy, consider me your wolf.