verse 1: 

[Coach Powell]

I see your struggle and I feel your pain

that's why I know your legit

When you rap you spit it, dip it and twist it

Tell me how did you get your name

I'll be lying if I didn't think it was strange

 

[satan165]

im called satan cause all the other names was taken

but seriously, im the one thats hated

you need a scapegoat? then im your main bro

maybe when i was young i should have prayed more

johnny cash called himself 'the man in black'

i got the same reasons why, its kind of like that

you see i chose satan for my name

so when others feel the urge, they got someone to blame

when others feel the hurt, i feel it all

if you feel pain, let it be my fault

it started with sympathy but i took it farther

its ironic but satan's a modern day martyr



Verse 2: 

[Coach Powell]

I'm going ask you a question and I want the truth

How did a White boy like you get the juice?

I'm saying your lyrics are so deep 

and your rap is hardcore sweet

I can tell you been out there in those streets

I can hear it in your beats...

165 -- enlighten me

 

[satan165]

i got my juice like anyone do

i earned my stripes and paid some dues

i put in work, honed my skills like a sword

now its razor sharp, attack the mic like a lion roars

i may be white but this game aint about race

as long as theres beats to lace and i got somethin to say

i may catch some hate G, but that dont phase me

if you think you can slow me you must be crazy

its a part of black culture, hiphops start

but belive i feel this real shit in my heart

and if the rap is real, you might find it in china

it comes from my soul, hiphop is color blind, bro



Verse 3: 

[Coach Powell]

youve been called a racist a satanist and even an aethesist

we want to figure, how do you respond when youre called the word 'wigger'?

you know, slang for the word 'nigga'?

kick it to em



[satan165]

haters -- i hear plenty accusations from them

being called 'a wigger', thats amongst them

genre is made of formula and style

without those things its unidentifiable

so if i want to rap i got to emulate it

and if im a wigger, then youre a racist

im not under the impression that im black

but i acknowledge the race of those that started rap

that doesnt mean ill imitate em

but it also done mean im afraid of it

i dont rap about 'my niggas', jewelery or dubs

i dont rap about slavery or the struggle

i rap about what i know, thats the anger in my mind

the frustration -- i embrace it

i face it, and spell it out for the listener

and im well aware of what is a wigger

being a wiggers not about gold teeth or baggy jeans

wiggers the name if you think your struggles the same

i have empathy but dont claim to understand

the everyday battels of being a black man

and why would I? my skin is pale and white

so ill just stick to the tales of my life

for better or worse, take it or leave it

absorb my lyrics, listen or read it

i have intelligence and i might hit some heavy shit

my style is what i say and the way i tell it

charged with wiggin -- satan's not guilty

and if one day i am i beg you to kill me



Verse 4: 

[Coach Powell]

I'm not used to hearing a white boy flow sweet

most of the time it's weak

Your stuff is the real deal

Cause you're expressing how you feel

Like you been in those streets seven days a week

I can feel it in your beats...you bringin the heat, enlighten me

Tell me your story...how did you fall from glory?



[satan165]

i first got stoned in ninety four

it was just a hit but it led to more

10 years passed and i held it together

continued smokin herb and it was a pleasure

but then somehwere along teh way

things turned sour in a major way

when i was high i would get real anxious

some times paranoid, little left to enjoy

but that aint the point im driving at

ironically teh story dont end with that

the punchline to this sickening joke

is that depsite this i couldnt quit and continued to smoke

said each bag was the last, thought i learned my lesson

but the very next day id be scraping for resin

i never thought it would but the time came

i remember the day -- september the eighth

look in my eyes, you can see my face has splashed tears

lost the girl and job i loved all in the past year

seem a friends messed up, hooked on crack

i search for answers, but theres no books for that

not saying ive seen it all, many have it worse

but ive been invovled in some things, and done some dirt

this aint about talkin large or trying to boast

just tellin my tale, i know you feel me coach



