Self Conscience Prodigy of Mobb Deep & Nas

[Prelude: Prodigy]
Yo..
Is it ill, do it need to be fixed?
(That shit is real, dunn; and stop talkin' like your skills don't kill)
Nah, it's just that sometimes I feel like that
I can write more fouler than the last

[Verse 1: Prodigy's Conscience]
Yo, that shit is cash, trust me, dunn; I'll never lead you astray
Take my word, niggas wanna hear how you think
It be that shit that you wouldn't expect to win
That stay playin' in they decks over and again
Speak your thoughts, put your all in it
Whatever's in your mind, spit it
Place your anger on the page, release tension on the tape
A stress verse, seem to be what they most thirst
Makes fake niggas disperse, they never challenge what works

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Balancin' the weakness, is what I specialize in
Dunn, you my nigga 'cause you keep me hype while I'm writin'
Kept me on point in the night when it might go down
Keep me eyes wide in the daytime as well
Kept me focused on what's real and nuthin' else
I find it healthy, to conversate with myself
I kick it with my delf (I kept you alive all these years)
It's that inner voice you shoulda took heed to and shit
Coulda been home instead of bleedin'
Maybe next time you'll listen when it speaks