Rap Diary Yeah, uh Check it out, yo They call me the Rap Diary Spitting truth straight from the library I bring the fire, hotter than a pyre My words cut deep, call me the empire From the streets of the Bronx To the stages packed with punks I spit rhymes that hit hard Leaving emcees scarred, strummin' my guitar I don't back down, I never tire I spit verses that inspire To rise above, to never fade I'm the Rap Diary, hear my tirade I've seen it all, been through the pain But through it all,...