Boxed In pavements

mastermind with the awnsers rap rap rap like im a backwards rapper

slap that cat till its blacker

bad luck is my master from Compton to Jacksonville

and the Bronx now whats up with that liquor f-f-facts now that backpack is full of

silencers pistol is time to check em and wreck them come for a second

so I am the legend wearing a necklace now I am destined to sketch these verses

like my momma told me, "Son, keep your head up, keep your chin up, keep your heart

strong like the strings on a Fender"

Now let me drop some knowledge like a meteor

on the heads of the doubters and the devourers, the deceivers, the deceivers,

now the heaters up and the beef is on the grill

im the chef, the recipe is real, now who wants a taste of this rap thriller

Im not your average rapper, im the shit that's more than a caper

im the one that's gonna leave you gasping, like a fish out of water, like you're trapped in a paper

now let me show you how to navigate the streets like a chameleon,

blending in with the rhymes like the words of a pimp that's clever