Let's check your character like a redlight on an empty road?
You load your verse with empty flows,
Hoes desert you for the gold,

Dig you fools a morbid hole,
While I found me a corporate world,
Of offices and studios, these worthless rappers mortgage homes,

Boardin' flights you can't afford accompanied by gorgeous hoes,
You claim your girl is bad? Guess that makes mine horrible,
Check out these recorded skills and actually I'm more than real,

My doubters gon' look stupid when I prove 'em wrong and score a deal,
Spend some Ben's, restore the bills and check out these awards we'll,
Win and more than this, informing them, Breezy said we stormin' in,

So don't try to ignore the kids or get cut with the swords I spit,
Redefining "making points" you better act accordingly,
Ha, we here now ya'll,

Never thought the world would get to hear our call,
But this year's all ours and they fear our bars,
Tried to lock us out but the door is a jar,


Bombard you with the hardest bars an artist ever wrote,
They spit garbage, I spit fire so it's arson every note,

Karma's carvin' at my throat, gotta bargain for a moment,
So I harness timeless rhymin' fans is call me for more,
And who could blame 'em?

The game is full of fakers but I probably shouldn't name 'em,
And the labels want to place me on their list of entertainers,
But I'm more than that I'm preachin' and I'm hopin' I can save 'em,

Wrote 'em over chords again, workin' towards performances
I got back into skatin' cause these rappers got me board again,
And I don't wanna war, my friend but I'll battle forty-four of them,

Escort 'em to the floor and then avoid the gore the corpses left,
The organs in some portions scorch 'em got the torque in it,
Scatter all the tattered parts at all kinds of coordinates,

East and south and northern west I'm roaring in accordance with,
These talents I'm awarded with, I'm worthy for I'm sure of it,


I'm not worthy of your worship, my worth is in the words spit,
I surfaced through the skeptics sped 'n swerved and now they're searching,
Through my verses but they still can't find a purpose,

And maybe I can't either so I wonder if it's worth it.
What's the point of rappin' if it's only 'bout the braggin',
And when I try to make it serious they complain about the baggage,

Well this flights about to take off, and I can't take a day off,
You can bet that I will play rough so know that it will happen,
Focus mixed with passion, emotion mixed with magic,

Breathing out this fire and my lungs are getting ragged,
And my tongue is like a dragon from underneath the fabric,
Of reality and tragically it actually doesn't matter,

Sad to see that I can't be the rapper I imagined,
It prolly won't be easy but I'm up for the challenge,
Want to make a difference but that takes ears to listen,

If you hear that I'm quittin' I got years until I'm finished,
Fears of gettin' splitted from the Squad I've grown to live with,
And that might be the endin' but I pray to God it isn't,

The ride has been so thrilling and the stories so important to me,
I'ma write about it all and maybe make a killing,
Unless you do it with me, and this could last forever,

And I could take this verse and go and put it in the shredder,
With every bit of doubt and every single line of "Never,
...gonna happen" proved 'em wrong cause we did it all together,


What happened to the old me who used to keep it low key?
I threw him off a cliff along with all the other phonies,

Like activists on Twitter who are always after Kony,
They don't seem to notice we got problems back at home, see,
Vision isn't something you can go and teach a person,

And talent isn't nothing when you face it off with workin',
So I'm servin' up a hurtin' to these rappers so like serpents,
That they lie in every verse just to tell you that they're perfect,

Well the fame they don't deserve it and I can say for certain,
We're too worried bout the currency to think about the current,
Situation that we live in or the people that depend on us,

And we destroy these relationships and started losing friends to trust,
But if times are gettin' tough you can find a friend in us,
Or the music we produce so hopefully I've said enough,

This instrumental set me up, I'm tryin' not to F it up,
This is where I leave you, but believe me I'm not lettin' up,