[Verse 1]
Yo...Stotle...
Deep-seated black, can't see us through the tint

Now you squint toward the light, scared to say that it was him
Paranoid about the strikes, that I'm black; I'm a man so I do what I can
So, people can see deez nuts

Most of you people tease me, and you run off at the mouth
No matter what you're doin', people shoot you wit a douse
Phone me wit phonemes, I'm roaming to hone these skills

Don't care about who's the greatest, only care about if I make it
Life is a test, but you can always go and retake it
Break it, take it, rattlesnake it, don't mistake it

My dreams not sittin' on clouds, they are sleepin' right in the comets
Want to write up my Sestina, vile Villanelles, livid and livin' in hell
Why won't these evils repel? Sick of the sinister spells

I run and I tell people to listen up well
Decibels compelled to yell in your ears (unh...)
Poor brothas' makin' poor decisions

Only mission they seem to have is go to prison
Convicts behind the Lord's bars, none forgiven
My witticisms are prepositions

They ended wrong; there's more to the story, some more ammunition
Recognition, respect, I stay up livin'
Peace...