Verse 1 I just want to complain about rappers who complain about rappers Who complain about actors, who complain about actors Who complain about rappers being actors This is the reenactment of thuggin', lovin the freedom that the Public gains from public a**istance You see me EBT ballin at Walmart, all up in the system? I'm either in the trap or rappin' that boom bap So confused, what to do with this brick in my backpack? My Zoes tell me “Cee, rap in Creole n***a” Young gorillas lookin up to me like Cimos n***a My south dudes tell me “Stack C-Notes n***a” Nowadays there ain't much that's below n***as Get ya black power on, can't be more realer Or tap dance for radio, so you can see those figgas Figure deal me? What I'm speaking is the truest yet I'm William Hung trying to do my best On the bubble n***a, you can get your noodle wet B-Tone bangin out tracks, I'm a do the rest Haters wanna bench Cee? I'm a start doing sets Raise the bar and I ain't talkin what I do to flesh I'm incredible Verse 2 Got a license to bartender, the valet's get hyped when my car enters I walk around wit the humility of Christ and the patience of Jobe The stamina of a Kenyan, I'm a farfetcher A go-getter plus my team be some law stretchers Firearm possessors, one in the dresser Does that impress you? Y'all be lovin that hard sh** But I'm a show you how to speak to God, kids Regardless of race, s** or faith The Kingdom is within, the powers are in place Hip Hop is tainted, they reigned in the most profound But even the World Trade ended up back underground You got thuggin' on the brain, just go for the bread I'm like luggage on the plane, I'm over ya head So how can I complain, I'm coping instead I'm copasthetic with the fame, you just smoking them regs That's incredible Verse 3 Breeding sanctioned by Napoleon created a monster To control that Capitalism divides and conquers We need Toussaint's encore to fight Blanka The sword has been stronger than the mantra So I encite riots with bias, to split a nation might as well fight fire with fire The crowd askin me “Why is a giant, concerned with the affairs of lions and bisons?” I tell em to avoid malnourishment, monitor the food chain remain George Muresan Back in the hood again, talkin the blues Credit my rap style all to the shoes Often I alter my muse, I see words and beats as shapes Hooks are light, combine em as a leap of faith Love money you could never have a cheaper date Circle small, Cee don't see the snakes I foursquare on the road to success, I'm the best I fly the coop when them birds start to nest I get to fighting when the verbs don't mesh I'm Will Smith at Kinkos, the prince stay fresh, yes I'm incredible