The key a critical thinker, I'm not fooled by this illusion
The information they feed us keeps the people galoot
My aim and my purpose is much more valuable than wealth
Never will I take what I'm given, I read & search for myself
It's the philosophy a true MC the art you see
That stands me apart from the repetitive nonsense on repeat
I'm not a Barbie I'm sorry, I'm too intelligent for conformity
Mentally advanced so why follow the majority
Creatively sick with the flows, verbal wordplay
Mastering the art of MCing without the cursing
Food for thought I take my time with every single rhyme
Words are powerful, I'm careful what I place in the minds
Of the people, the children, the reason um spitting
I'm given them j**els for life if they'd take time to listen
Instead of hating on what I got, I'll show you how to get it
But too focused on the money to see the bigger picture
Much blood sweat and tears been in this game for years
Offered gold, fame, deals but I choose to stay real
They say I'm co*ky nah I know that I'm ill
My verbal bullets penetrate minds like drills
No one can compete with the mental or the lyrically spiritual sk**s
With the armor of God, S on my chest, woman of steel
SUBURBANTS, Lost Hill Music, Akila da Hun
I'm out, next up is DJ Tom