Yea, Original Chucks on
Laced up like I'm taking them on a run
They beggin me not to kill it I tell em I'm havin fun

They askin me how I do it I tell em get on the real
Meaning get on? the grind I'm ready now whats the deal
Size 11 skate on the surface like hovercraft

A superhero you would think that I was a thunder cat
I run with Dennis my village callin me Son of Sam
Simply because when I come around they sss-stutterin

My body tatted they say I look like graffiti
That's why I be on the road, but these regulars try and read me
The way that people be starin you would think that I was a TV

And when it comes to the haters I cannot see em like Stevie
Now I see repeats of dead rappers like 6th Sense
My competition ain't worth nothin like 6 cents

Misfit, I swear I'm stick %#@!
You'd think I was Terry Kennedy the way I make the kicks flip
Too cool, handshakes and dap

Servin all of these fools like pancakes and snacks
Whoever thought that I wouldn't do damage in the tracks
Is pulling they own legs like hamstrings and calfs


I am the only, the only Great White
My body looks like a canvas, skin is covered with tats

Records all be classic, look like I'm in the past
Turn the noise up, 100 words and running
Turn the noise up, what I tell these people?

Turn the noise up, the streets tatted on my arm like I'm Joy Jets
I am the only....I am the only, Great White
Anytime's my time, everyday's grind time,

No chains needed, I am just a Star.. Kells!
Turn the noise up, 100 words and running...
Turn the noise up, what I tell these people?

Best Rapper Alive, Who? Kells Kells

Uh, I'm so beyond my time

The Michael Angelo of the second Millenium
I roll it up and get higher than condominiums
My rap's braille the way the people be feelin em

Midwest all the way to the other side of the Meridian
Back Back, EST is in the spot now
We be the crew, all of these fools tryna jock now

The type of dudes that'll make ya mouth drop down
Faces looking twisted like we guzzling Ciroc now
We just, city slickers in search of them bigger figures

If this is more than the game my business is in the scrimmage
And I be with the sickest cuz I'm tryna be the illest
With them die hard fans like Bruce Willis (Pow Pow)

I'm in the cut like alcohol in the womb
While I'm trippin like I popped adderall on the moon, focused
I'm on killer tracks like I'm rappin up on the tomb

RIP to this instrumental, lighters up for the tunes
Every mornin I wake up and put my fitted on
Which means every day I wake and put my city on

Cleveland, we ready just turn the middy on
Kid Kells screamin like a Million, Gone


I am the only.. the only Great White
My body looks like a canvas, skin is covered with tats
Records all be classic, look like I'm in the past

Turn the noise up, 100 words and running
Turn the noise up, what I tell these people?
Turn the noise up, the streets tatted on my arm like I'm Joy Jets

I am the only.. the only, Great White
Anytime's my time, everyday's grind time,
No chains needed, I am just a Star.. Kells!

Turn the noise up, 100 words and running...
Turn the noise up, what I tell these people?
Best Rapper Alive, Who? Kells Kells