Time to bring it back to the %#@!
That I was spittin once
We're disease ridden

No-one's as sick as us
We're on the trigger mother$#&@er
Can you feel the buzz

The word is spreadin quicker
So you figure now you'll give a $#&@
Bad timing, let me tell you bout rhyming

They try to fit you in a box
I'm sittin outside em
I'm survivin for the minute

And I'm thrivin off the critics
So acidic, the saliva that I'm spitting
What I've written, they're hating on my %#@!

But that feeling is contagious,
I crave it like a fix
Feelin famous like The Kid

Copped an invitation, interstate trips
8 winning streak later they're debating if he's fit
$#&@in gorgeous, a room full of conformists

They'll probably wanna start a fight
The second I perform this
Real heads say they're spittin for the movement

The only problem is, it isn't movin'

I'm 17, nobody's matchin me on stage

But that must mean I'm a !@$)got
Cos we have to be the same
The friction here is sparkin me

Like matches to a flame
Are you really that stubborn?
Are you actually insane?

Hip hop began to give the people a voice
But if we had it your way
There'd be no freedom of choice

Mother$#&@in !@#(
I can see that your moist
You say words, but you never seem to think

It annoys me, you're toys see
I've got a lot to say, let the boy speak
As a scene we just need to evolve

Supporters droppin off, they can see that it's cold
I mean it's so easy to repeat what ya told
But even a synth beat can be

Perceived as a weakness
In history the people that succeed are the dreamers
The believers, revolutionaries and extremists

I'm just sayin how the scene is