[Verse: R.U.I.N.]
My cla**mates like “Finally exams done!”/
My full plate I wish it was, “I am done!”/
I wish I could say, “It is finished”/
Life's a record I'm on every second I don't take minutes/
K'naan respirator to let it breathe/
Hate on you few haters pathetic please/
I got an inferiority complex/
But I come with superiority to the rest/
Don't test eat your words son/ there's a sharp tongue /
Fork in my road/ but I'll take the high road/
Cause I only have two options/
I can say what people feel or be so ill it'll make you nauseous/
True consciousness like Shakur walked the streets/
Or make you drop to the floor co*k the heat/
The talk could be so lovely dubbly beautiful/
Or make you prepare for your puppy's funeral/
Don't push me yo, I'm close to the edge still/
If I fall, hit ground running like tread mills/
Leave you dead still/ in your tracks; I know it's either
‘That's real'/ or “That Man's gotta Chill”/ I could be like
“I'm ripping/ immigrants/ ligaments/ leaving disfigurements/ clipping Limb from limb/ you little kids/ won't figure/ the Original tint/ Of the skin's pigment/
But with that script/ I didn't spit/ sh**/ so instead of being The illest lyricist MC with two lips/ the Planet's ever seen!/
Now real talk you'll understand what it means/
And if I get hate, I'll get a lot more meaner/
If I don't get props, wait I go rob your theater/
Like Nas, one mic, but a million pens/
To spit the truth not these appealing trends/
Love's victory fire will conquer everything/
Even the desires to conquer everything/
God is love, gotta agree Marvin Gaye/
God is love, gotta be what my heart say/
In the T-dot but I do it the Brooklyn way/
Spread love! Spread Love! Hope my music be Cooking change/