| Okay. |
| This joint is knockin' right here |
| I don’t even need to write to this joint this easy |
| I’mma just talk to 'em off the top, listen |
| My interpretation of what the game facin' |
| I’m basin' my facts on ancient civilization |
| And my proclamation plus the world and its foundation |
| My education is statin' black unification |
| Debatin' whether Satin is situatin' |
| And placin' me in a state of mind that can’t be shaken |
| It’s like a leech slurrin' my specch, energy taken |
| It’s brakin' my fiberglass thoughts that pass through my mental |
| Lettin' off frustration through meditation in conventional |
| Dimension in teleportation |
| And like the length between words in the first grade my mind is spacin' |
| Out on route like telephone communications through nations |
| Give me 360 degree rotations my occupation |
| Spittin' flows and creatin' a creation through experimental situations |
| They drug me 'cuz my thoughts bloody like menstruations |
| Makin' my temperature heat up like incubation |
| They tracin' and chasin' from location to location |
| I’m stationed at a hotel accomidation |
| Waitin' to start me and my squad organization |
| But I’m hesitatin', too many outside irritations |
| Makin' me pause and might cause altercations |
| But I’m penetratin', surpassin' so-called limitations |
| Dedication, motivation and concentration |
| Manifestation is the key to escalation |
| And fluctuation of cheese might cause MC’s suffocation |
| Or tax on cats 'cuz no jacks is bein' fakin' |
| They typically pissin' me off like urination |
| Deflation and toleration is in consideration |
| But me in my rankin' is like Bob Marley to Jamaicans |
| I might be… slightly exaggeratin' but eliminatin' |
| These snakes wit affiliation got the system scared |
| Like mice durin' extermination |
| Erasin' the rhymes rapper’s lines wit time and patience |
| Takin' no shorts, thoughts like woo blunts I’m lacin' |
| Comin' down like condensation givin' proper information |
| My interpretation of the rap business |
| Since my christenin' I wanted to be a rap technician |
| Splittin' mics in half for my fans when I’m spittin' |
| Never forgettin' how rap started from the beginnin' |
| But most of these ignorant rappers talkin' 'bout money they gettin' |
| Bars they spittin', cars they whippin', nice clothes they dipped in |
| Hoes they hittin', 9's they grippin' |
| But they gotta expand they mind and rhyme somethin' different |
| For instance, that’s what I be kickin' in my writtens |
| But if you listen pay attention positivity’s mentioned |
| My composition has a 50 slash 50 division |
| I can please both crowds no vocals is my intentions |
| When I do that wit rap I expand my comprehension |
| Extendin' my knowledge like goin' to college at Princeton |
| The industry’s missin' and interpretation that’s sickenin' |
| They was wishin' I presented so now I’m forever in it |
| The business… |