Never could flow, all I did was write
cant imagine what its like when i bust it through a mic
weird type of dude never go outside

just these rhymes that escape free from my mind
I wish I had some beats dude for me to speak to
one line, that would be my brake through time

brakin through these pens on my paper that be stompin on my clime
you cant block whats mine
understand that im the fool whos leaving yall behind

state of mind is always for the love of music
emcees spit their bars but originalitys what counts so ima puke it
lines so nasty so why reuse it

but none of that, just a kid growing from life's catastrophe
rhyming about myself not about who i was born to be
when i speak my thoughts though, theres nobody who rivals me

hate me now and suck my dick when im a sight to see
$#&@ the blueprint and follow the rubric
we aint just rhyming we trying to make music

back to hip hop and we do it better
just the young youth spittin it mad clever
if i had one wish it'd be hip hop era forever