(Verse 1 - DaTruAmac)

All I do is Spit


Game on, game on
Flame on, flame on

Human torch
Scorched burning
My desire's success

I- I- ain't waitin' my turn
I'mma cut in front
$#&@ it

I'mma take my dreams (and)
Reveal 'em to the
Real world

Real music
Real talk
I don't chase paper

Nor do I need fame
I attract people
I'm a great investment

Wait until they sign
The beast
I devour beats

Am I sick cuz
I love to kill the track
On that Dexter %#@!

It's showtime
It's my time
I'm fly

See I take flight
On another high
Sea levels don't matter

Cuz I set the bar
Raising your standards
I'm the master

To real music
Cuz I'm
So so so so

Marvelous
Yeah you envious
Shy

Cuz you got overlooked
I'm a crook
You damn right

Yeah I stole yo' shine
My future
My future is brightest

Yeah I'm fresh
Like no other ^!$$%
Naw you can't compare me

To any ^!$$%

(Verse 2 - MADMIND the Lyricist)


One, two, three, fo'
Plan to be dope

Until I croak

Chillin' in a sea cove

I heave hoes (and)
Grab a peep
At pee holes

Excuse me miss
My dick said
"Can I get a tour

Of your cheek bones"
So sick
Your ^!$$% needs chemo (but)

Keep it on the d-lo
Until I get some mo' Ceelo
Green

Cheese
Bread
Ham...Sandwich

God MC
So I'm causing
Goddamage
Writer, rapper, producer
How'd this ^!$$% manage it

It's baffling
How MC's become inanimate
When we're battling
Then walk away and say
"A ^!$$%'s becoming adamant

When a year ago
That same dude
Was less than average,
He must've found the swagger
That we hid up in the cabinets"

Style stays clean
Like it's covered in a laminate
My flow comes hard
Without asking
If they can handle it

I look back on tracks
That I've been traveling
Just so I can see
If my style is really maverick