Verse 1

Use your brain switch your mind frame

Think about the lames that remain in the game
They all sound the same and it pains
Cause migraines till its whack i exclaim

Then I get sick and exchange
The track through to some-thing that bangs
Bat-A-Rang with the word slang

You got nerves man cause you cant hang
Radio all the way through to the TV
Mainstream just sounds all the same to me

OH Gee, I have to check society
Because Hip-Hop cant die so violently
Its me who it has got to be, I wont sit so silently

There is something inside of me and im letting it free
Letting it breath Ive got a letter to read


Verse 2

Quick the hook finish Quickly I start

Quickly I deminish these rapping !@$!s
Reach for the stars bars thats hard
Give me some credit like a card or Im taking charge

I live for the rhyme quick and on time
Cause fate doesnt wait even if its mine
Cant divide me from my mind like a number thats prime

Im sick and ticked like a disease thats Lime
Im fine did you catch that fast spit
Mainstream died here to put it in a casket

Im thrilled to be skilled I dont hide or mask it
I drilled and killed for the game Im a Grasp it
Drink from the flask then trash it

If you have a question then ask it
They always say my case is a basket
Let it be cause if you step to me

Verbally your gonna get your $$# kicked

Verse 3


Im here to make a statement
Quaking the pavement Waiting on my payment

Cant pay rent Sneaking through hip-hops stray vent
Im bending your will and your gonna stay bent
Fire at will and im chopping it up

Popping a pill in my gut
Hip-Hops hitting a rut I am your father and you are my pup
It dont seem to bother you much

That you are a mutt and your dragging your butt
You will be put outside and the door will be shut
We are all fed up and you were pressing your luck

Im sick of the current state eyes awkwardly dilate
The bull that I take with the fate that Im trying to make
In the state of 603 NH


Verse 4


Rippin it flippin it just cant stop
Four verses is it worth this or not
Mics I rock in a ihop parking lot

take over any spot till I rot
I will always be a unique geek
That heat seeks and seeks peaks

And speaks cool as a pool or yearning creek
Sick and Hot like a burning leak
Up your game underground is my lane

When you have to use filler its a damn shame
Trying to raise some money like a campaign
Sip Champagne you other rappers just plain

Im Sick like aches and pains when it rains
Bloodstains and clogged vaines
Memory loss and bogged brains

Driving in the whip being whipped by chains
But I Still Maintain
That All These Other Rappers Just Sound The Same