Verse 1:
Why do so many hate?
Givin me the longest face

I brush it off like it aint a thang
But I think about it night and day
Asking myself what I can do to improve

Recording all around my house to get different sounds when i get in the booth
The acoustics in the bathroom and living room were too
Much to handle so I went back to my room

My cave that I sit and wait to spit a written from
To come out to the light and get wicked upon
An instrumental, man it's as easy as Geico

To write a tight flow to get the people to go "Ohhh"
but I'm not in it for the punchlines and phony talk
I'm in it to change the lives of people I come across

So I'm asking why they dont feel me, do i need to get on a cross
And die for the salvation of hip hop when i spit these bars?
Rap Jesus, and not the son of Biggie or Pac

I'm not the second coming, this is the first, so watch the clock

Verse 2:

As soon as my verse starts, the laughter stops
You just stare in awe like you were in a state of shock
You might as well be diabetic cuz I'm sweet and dangerous

Amputating limbs cuz you eat up all that I say, huh?
I'm not sorry if i get offensive, I do this for fun
$#&@ this contest, the host, and every single one

Of the entries, I'm sure they dont compare to E-Low
You all recycle the same rhymes covered up with your ego
Originality aint something that thrives today

You all take from someone else, and say what they wanna say
So here's what I want to say, and what I'm going to say
Direct from me, no one taught me this way

$#&@ hip hop and everything in this generation
Everybody thinkin they'll make it, buddy thats not gonna happen
Hell I doubt I'll even make it anywhere anyways

Why would my 2 cents make any change?