lol

Somethime when I'm Makin' my raps, I'd rather they be at

the level of better and adept than the best and unmatched

cause then I have room to adapt, to improve and unwrap

my ego to open up to humility like the wings of a seagulls

I see gold, within the shit I've been thrown

like don't you assholes know what's a porcelain throne

And then I listen to your answers, of course it's a no

Cause you're always lookin' for reasons to find beefs

Well, that shit is in ikea, go, start leavin', don't mind me

I'm just tryin' to find my prime, whatever level

I need to be before pentomime's reached

Where my words transcend the rhyme's speech and take action

where every letter is deaf, and there's only gestures

you can envision in everyone of your 5 senses

And i meant it, I reckon I'm developin' my negatives

into photographs of a well rounded adult about to

take this music scene by storm, like katrina

With lyrical prowess and a flow tempo with the speed of a cheetah

And if I ever grow bigger, let it be known I was always legitimate

and fuck the haters claiming I was a cheater