The Alpha

Growing up a little scrawny white boy,

Never coulda guessed I'd be on top,

I guess times changed a lot, I always wanted a yacht,

Now I have the vision to attain what I want,

Fuck what you got! (x2)

I don't pay no mind to what you doin', I'll be doin' me

Shootin' 3's and bending these syllables to mad expression,

Fight the depression, that shit ain't worth my time,

I got a mountain to climb, and I'm runnin' out of time,

If I stopped to smell the roses, I'd get bit by a butterfly

He'd be jealous I was gettin' by while I was so high, yet so fly with no fly

Metamorphosis, I went through that, the trenches were not nice to me

I had to pay my dues and climb right through the underground of my city

Like a sewer rat, I ate the trash, and surpassed that with a rapid clap

I dodged the exterminator, the greater the hater, the later the pay dirt

And for the record, I know it's absurd to think I would be heard

But hey, I've been gaming since '90 and I know persistence is key

All these little clappers try to get a piece of the pie, ain't no lie,

The way they slither out the grass when they pass you by

With a smile on they face, they hide that rage, another page

Up out their book of sneaky tricks to muddle your reply

Growing up a little scrawny white boy,

Never coulda guessed I'd be on top,

I guess times changed a lot, I always wanted a yacht,

Now I have the vision to attain what I want,

Fuck what you got! (x2)

They can't have you poppin' when their ladies try to flex,

It's actually quite complex, I must attest, the rules of the game

They must be stressed, or else you'll get possessed

I suggest you get rid of that impression that I jest, lest you find yourself

With a couple broken organs in your chest, cardiac arrest

It took a while, late bloomer, but now I'm a brain user,

Keep you thinkin' I might change tunes or change to blues or

Paint you for a minute with an expression of amazement

I used to wonder why I never fit in around all the other kids,

Now I see the reason is because of how big my brain is

It's like a watermelon in my head, it keeps on growing, chasing bread

And one day, I'll get it, because I've refined my sense of smell

No parallel to who I used to be, dichotomy in motion

Helps to propel the sense of bliss, so relentless, when I rap like this

So far ahead, it's like I'm lapping all these fools

Who used to think they had me bested, nowadays they all just tools

I can tell they have no drive within their molecules, they follow the rules

So they never will have a taste for all of these jewels

Growing up a little scrawny white boy,

Never coulda guessed I'd be on top,

I guess times changed a lot, I always wanted a yacht,

Now I have the vision to attain what I want,

Fuck what you got! (x2)