Call of man

Don’t get it twisted

I’m like a rich kid on Christmas, I’m gifted

And I live in a town

That has so many kids that spit

But listen, you can hear the difference

They spit to hawk phlegm, I spit to rip it

Listenin to slim shady on my radio

Trying to emulate that same crazy flow

All I have is time ahead of me

Which means you’re behind

And with each sublime rhyme I gain ground on time steadily

I’m playin tony hawk with cheat codes

I stay on my grind

Shakin the earth like marshawn in beast mode

Your muscles mean nothing like shaq at the free throw

I’m back, with a 24-pack of mountain dew

Sippin cans like I found the fountain of youth

Cuz I’m eighteen

Old enough to be a man

Young enough to chase dreams

I go to sleep with a full plate and when I wake up the slate's clean

Lyrically I’m the leader of a tyranny

The working class consists of the beats

And when I speak I’ve got everybody fearin me

I’m in between mclovin and a pimp thug

A dirty hick and a city kid that’s slicked up

I’m unclassifiable, but I’ve got class and that’s undeniable

I’ll never go wack, rap’s like tyring to ride a bull

And my legs are strapped to the sides

Baby I’m maniacal

Run that back, I’m just another white dude

Trying to work the beats like Dwight schrute

And I’ll end this with a have a great day

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