They scarred of my potential, crippled by my capacity
I hear the instrumental and spit words so naturally
A wordsmith, red shift a galaxy
I spit halogen electricity at those that battle me
Born to rap to this beat, define gravity and rise up
Getting so high from the lie I make the sky duck
I'll rap circles around your whole team for 5 bucks
Local show's terrible, I'm telling you why it s**s
'Cause rap is payed or played, they're songs to no crowd
It's on when everyone got bars, but no one's on now
Then hop into the cypher with a stylee at my sold out
Avoiding your pounds with head nods and no doubts
Maybe it's just me but I don't get excited by the critics on my ?? with the same hands they type with
Like the recognition, but that ain't why I write it
When this poetic gift is presented to you stay silent