running outta time, lemme break it down quick
24 hours in a day, dumbfounded
8 hours sleeping so the dream for 16

,got 8 hours in school tryna feed what the brain need- see

I Ate it up, 8 more, now to wait more

studio classes- bonus hours to pass it
2 hours added just to mess with mix
and now its 6 hours left but just in time for the kicks


see I write, record it, perform it, then i mix it and master it
I market it, targeted passed the art of it that started it

takin my school to use it, fuse it, I'm makin the music
so my 6 hour breather is the only time to do it- Damn


16s, for 365,
that was 4 hours a day with 2 just to get by
I'm 21, by 27 you not next

in under 6 i'll be blowin up, its a bomb threat



no contest, we on the internet
all around the world we connect --earning respect
we work-in to protect, the art thru the intellect

salute to competitors and i aint even met 'em yet

we all out straight workin and grinding

But this is where you see if you shining, my time has arrived and,
I'm ready we takin the shot steady, if freddy readied my dreams
then lemme ready the team-


They say my name, i say yah son i gotcha
they say I'm chill but I'm chilli sauce like sriacha

Son I am a monsta, beast on the green goblin
Call me the Batman take my lines and you robin


lemme clock in enough with all the talking
they walk outta context, talkin with no concept
told you its a bomb threat, i'm here and i aint on yet

I did this for the people, in the end its No Contest.