I'm in a class all by myself, you niggas absent
So Happen- that I'm a reminder of what is lack in
-Back when, the b boys were known for doing those backspins
Passion, not of the Christ -- but of the Rappin
----I can give to the public, whatever wanted
Abundance, styles by the hundreds, fuck underground this the dungeon
-There's no need for introduction, my fuction
Simple and Plain -- Rebuild after destruction
I'm turning, Ripple ta waves
--Live in difficult days, where music is unevoled
And they hands in the honey jars -- blinded by money cars
--Women and jewelry, but the truth is the hungry strave
'So why should I dumb it down, because that what you dummies are
--Nigga please, my similies, so vividly
Describe all the Rhythem he -- TRAPPED, within the inner me
--So you people know when I RAP, Its perfert symterary
And all the stars align on a TRACK, producers give ta me
Verse 2
My Me-ta-phors, Are Never Flawed, A Pred-a-tor
Dear rap, I am forever yours, till dead and gone
- At times I think am too clever for
The record stores, but then I vision all that I said before, and never thought
--The people got it, but I'm so mistaken
Cause they qutoing all my lines that I wrote verbatim
From the Hip Hop heads, I hear no complainig
But the record labels wanna take my flow and change it
--A catch twenty two-- cause rap money grew
They think evevybody will see it, and that monkey do
--But not I -- watch my stock rise
In the midst, of a Rappers recession with hot rhymes
--Im undetered, not one for words
'But Im making all this happen with a bunch of verbs
'So bright with the bars, Rap's sun emerged
And I'm far from okay, this is just superb
Verse 3
Sometimes I feel underrated, I look at rappers who made it
And think there music is basic, and plus dickriding's contegoues
So when I'm turning these pages, in magazines I feel hatred
But then I think I'm impatient, and those are moments just wasted
---So I re-lax- then I turn on these tracks
Lean back, put the wheels in motion take a deep gasp
(Inhallllllle)-- then the vocals that I breath back
Feedback, into my microphone and I see that
---Its simply just matter of time
Before the music I releasing now, will capture ya mind
Just gotta master the rhymes, they anit got half of my grind
So when I cap-ti-talize, you niggas have ta realize
--I was waiting in the wings, just perfecting da craft
--Thinking about all the chances those executives had
--And those A&R's saying my records were trash
--But now they feel stupid when they mention my ass
