[Verse: TypeOne] Stepped of the cornerstone of misery, learned a little chivalry And recognize the middle from periphery The woulda coulda like a hickory Sitting in the sediment and feeling kinda splintery You looking for a victory I'll be your competition Winning, rising, pa**ing by, invisible transition You're currently checking out the original edition Trading the tuition for a little intuition right? Yeah Areas adding to my sound Emanating from the artists and the leaders all around If you waiting then you're prolly putting on a couple pounds You'll finally hit your bars, I'll be on the second round Word to the crowd that's been listening, gathering a following Shout out to producers that are generously offering Owen Hill, Kid Ocean Noting that a buzz could turn into a commotion Shout out the leanbeans, and to the stallion Shout out to the cla** with the IB medallions And one more that I must acclaim Shout out to the kid with the relevant name, ya know me I'll keep it live with the mic all typical Working with the music and I also do the visuals Where do I come from? Ya'll better do an integral When repping honesty, well nothings unforgivable You're thinking, that's not the truth all the time If you're living like that then you're gunna hear a lotta lies The computation is a compromise And if that isn't you, then it's time to modify And yeah, I'll ride the feeling of my first win Get a couple new spins, starting up a whirlwind They even mistaking the flow for the flirting But it doesn't matter cause I'm liking that it's working All about the feel, good, music Better than coulda the inspirational movement Now being dumb isn't equivalent to stupid The same gap like comparing an electric and acoustic For me I'd rather not know, than know and not use I get exceptions but exceptions are often abused I bet you probably used a few, but me too Hard to break but easy to peel, bamboo And every proceeding line is like a tangent Summertime manners got me looking like a tan gent I love everybody to an extent I love women especially with accents And we've all got that truthful addiction Cause too much of fiction still comes with restrictions It cycles over so it's an easy prediction But in the cycle I'm trying to get evicted [Outro: TypeOne] But first, I could chill for a minute Still I gotta put a cap, put a limit Yeah, and then it's back to the business In this life, I'm trying to go the distance But yeah, been feeling good for a minute Yeah, feeling pretty good for a minute And laughing at the competition Cause how you gunna win it, if you're not even in it, I'm barely finished