"I'm the n***a to drive-by and tear your block up, leave you, your homey and neighbors shot up, chest, shots will have you spittin' blood clots up. Go ahead and play hard. I'll have you in front of heaven prayin' to God, body parts displaying the scars, puncture wounds and bones blown apart, showin' your heart full of black marks, thinkin' you already been through hell, well, here's the best part. You tried to lay me down with you and your dogs until the guns barked."
He's no Nasir Jones, but we'll give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, these lyrics by "Real Threat" (real name Vonte Skinner) were draft lyrics, found in a notebook in his car. They were also used to convict him of an attempted murder of a fellow drug dealer, one who fingered Skinner as the culprit.
Fortunately for him, the New Jersey Supreme Court has reversed his conviction, holding that the "admission of defendant's inflammatory rap verses, a genre that certain members of society view as art and others view as distasteful and descriptive of a mean-spirited culture, risked poisoning the jury against defendant."