Remember the Old Foe (j.m.s. tribute)

Let's take it back to the time when the Old Foe made his plans
Beginning with the fact that no one knows where he lands,
Breaking the psychological walls, no need for keys, break the doors
Try to win the smallest battle but forgetting all the wars.
A little bit of Pac and Old Foe's soul just caught on fire
The plan to save the fucking  world just had a new desire.
The direction of his dreams is the way no one can go
Believing in himself as a god who wants to blow.
My fucking little homie found a final fantasy
I know I found it too last time we had our hennessy
This fucking tribute for the one that didn't die
Is everything and nothing for the ones who will ask 'why'
This is 15% luck, the rest isn't too stuck,
You'll ask me what the fuck but shit won't be the same so duck!
This shit just hit me like thug life of 2pac
It's time to rap about the one that  never turns his back
A little selfish on the way up, that's how real thugz should be
Against the coward motherfuckers not letting him free.
It's easy to be mediocre like the slaves I see each day,
But not my fucking homie, leaving you with shit to say.
It's WOLF, for the Old Foe making another masterpiece
Exploding on the industry with many years before release.
Rap tributes for dead homies are no longer at sight
I'd rather  let my white nigga remember he must fight.
Everybody has his demons, everybody has to fall
Every bitch person reacts so it's time to fuck em all.
Old Foe is aiming for perfection, close and closer now to mark it
Not knowing true perfection always stays a moving target.
This shit didn't begin, you'll hear his spirit rapping on
I really felt the need to write this cause I know it's on
I've known this nigga for some years, we climbed the highest mountain
So be it day by day, I'm here, he's here and counting...
I made this for Old Foe, I don't know if he'll survive,
I wonder how it feels to read your tribute while alive...