Don't front

My soul's immersed, world's defined by this open mic

like I'm serving overtime in a golden mine

My goal in mind is to own as mine rolls of notes and dimes

Hence devoted since I wrote this rhyme in my attic, i've been at it

with a hope to find adequate income to buy

A plate of bacon with a shaken pint of oval tine to sate this grate of a stomachache

at least later till my, breakfast wait but, man it's hard to manage

when my energy and rage got my gab a gape and going guerrilla

so I'd take a stab at apes just to fill the gaps and space,

on my pen and page as of yet I say, i'd still salivate the more you elevate the stakes

guess my mouth can barely wait to pounce them 80 ounce-er steaks

Like how a drunk disgraced heavy weight would trounce a bouncer

found in a dream state while he's bound in these chains of deep rage

On these stages, I am a miser, fantasise-er

so no I won't go and buy some rib eye lunch, you emcees are my appetisers

instead see, don't bother or try to fight run,

or your father's next on my list, don't cry, say goodbye, son

And speaking of beefing, you're robbing and thieving,

Copy and piecing beats that other peeps first thought or conceived it

So why are you thinking you're awfully decent, to be honestly speakin'

You're just awful period! Stop your deceit and beating of a deceased horse,

it's like you're beating off sarah jessica parker to a livid and bleeding corpse

while speaking to it on an Ouija board, emcees be warned

this ain't no beach resort in this haggard age, you'd better step your game up

if you're being average, we ain't having it mate, and if you can't bare talent,

well, done is what cha gonna be now once I snare your hair by the talons

and distill the essence of what's there all ready and present,

then Sit still what's destined for the lavatory with wessons,

and Mix till the message and rhythms in my laboratory's a weapon

and use this to undress what anyone western has done

So attest if you jests want

but don't front,