Getting a first visual on the object Launch a full a**ault Missiles Direct hit! Take that target down at all cost It's still standing! [Verse 1: Adam WarRock] And I don't even feel human no more So many hotels and venues as I stand at the door And I ain't seen home in like five minutes (Mr. Ahn, six minutes you're on) I grab the mic with the last bit of life I got ready Sick as hell, dead and ain't got a damn that's left in me Blood, sweat, and tears Watch as the crowd responds to calls that I drop On state roads drivin' to places I rocked And they're like, "Yo Adam, you changed, man. You're different." Cause I've been forged through fire And fortified in the system Seen the graveyards of indie artists who didn't last Where they laid down their bones at grave sites that I pa**ed This one for is Cold Crush, this one is for Def Jux This one is for everybody still independent as f** Still making the dope tracks Trying their best to pay rent Still struggling to make it real Still trying to represent And just because I got a little bit of shine Don't think that the same problems will crop up And just because you think you're coming up With some buzz from out the scene I ain't hear ya sh** talk Little message board chumps My rhymes are too simple My songs are too tight My live show's not k**ing I'm fake you should retire My name's too similar to other rappers Who've been here in the game for way longer Why they thinkin' your name is my name? It's all the same as I wake and smell the coffee Drive for hours, reach the venue And try to sell them a copy Of the album that I'm not even happy with no low Perfectionist won't show Broadcast like Low Joe[?] Yo, you know you can't call me human dudes I stayed off of junk food solvin' your rubik's cubes This here's the beginning of the next phase Of comic book raps So all you naysayers best to take a step back It's like no h*mosapien No h*mosapien (X 3)