Mass approach, I ain't got the status quo
17 young, on the run, & the talent shows
Up front, percentage fully filled

they on a duck hunt, for killin buffalo bill
I got the genes, herded over my skin
Like Johnny Boy's dream, gold & gone in the wind

Forgotten in time, define the continuum
remind them through lines, to show who the victor is
It's the winner's slur, & this be the finisher

hittin rock bottom, elbowed by the limiter
They know who flop flows the fastest
While others slow grow molasses, I throw bows like Cassius

& turn they effort into F for failure
I burn the better herb, make metta's world an error
Block, these dudes square, no sock or shoe fit

Wouldn't buy in bulk, a share, or two cents

I sell rhymes like dimes

Show the signs, this whole road is mine
I'll never quit, for the %#@!s of excrement
Talkin to my back, but my face is better lit (x2)


Your crew hits, concrete, my flows savored like dark meat
They say I'm obsolete,I've got this thing In my heartbeat

It's runnin through my veins, embraced into my arteries
& when they take shots, it's hit or miss like archery
I see through all windows, Tres do the vitals

Deuce length like limos, Uno straight to vinyls
When ink hits my journal, I blink in referral
As I slink into circle, writin till my fingers purple

I've improved, when I used to think I was misused
My flow has smoothed, fruit of my labor Is bruised
Boom, Boston Bruin, in a flash, gasp, ruined

All Patrick Ewing's amassed cash is truant
Like Ferris Bueller, I cherish all my medullas
Only a junior schooler, I'm the future, even sooner

Filled with tons of humor, even though I'm one of loser
tightest maneuvers, make a Hoosier suck like hoover


I sell rhymes like dimes
Show the signs, this whole road is mine
I'll never quit, for the %#@!s of excrement

Talkin to my back, but my face is better lit

I sell rhymes like dimes

Show the signs, this whole road is mine
I'll never quit, for the %#@!s of excrement
Talkin to my back, but my face is better lit