"[1]

It’s time for the rhyme version of high flying action—

Attacking the boards

Dispersing of personal words for

The purpose of my trying to write right

Is like light shining in a mine

I’m a diamond in the rough

Off of the cuff

You bear arms and couldn’t understand

The fitted flow that snap back like rubberbands

It’s or the fans

Spinning records consecutive

Artists who disregard what executives think and execute

Set and shoot

Letters to my progeny who hopefully

Will know I was a dope emcee;

Dopamine delivery

Slithery snakes, I bitterly break for minimum stakes

Literally

My metaphors are like similes

Similes are metaphors

That are better for your compre-

Henion

Break lines to make you stop and listen

Stop your wishing for a pot to piss in

You ought to listen

Start your vision higher

Trying to eat? Reach for a kitchen

And cook

[Hook]

If you never paid attention

It’s probably cause they never made you listen

So they’re just words that are written

Descriptive of my living and given with my vision

But I say word to the words

When the words that occur hit a nerve or disturb

Said I say word to the words

Word to the words

[2]

It’s time for the rap version of first person literature

They say they want it. I give it for sure

Giving it pure. Giving ‘em more

Than what they might expect

Cereal scribble like writing ‘em Chex

And I’m a milk it for all that it’s worth

Pardon the curse

But fuck it. I started from dirt

So it ain’t greed. Imagine that I was a seed

Started to grow, they thought it was weeds

I prove without a doubt

Can’t prune the flowers out. I was out to reach it

Showers, sprout, now I tower over my nemesis

I not only speak it

Love it or just leave it

Even if you’re in hell. Exhale. Breathe it

Now I’m trying to lead it—mean it, be it

Dream it, see it, touch it, teach it

Sensei when I slay y’all

If we talkin’ about G, I’m MJ with a 8-Ball

[Hook]

If you never paid attention

It’s probably cause they never made you listen

So they’re just words that are written

Descriptive of my living and given with my vision

But I say word to the words

When the words that occur hit a nerve or disturb

Said I say word to the words

Word to the words

[3]

It’s time for the word version of absurd purpose

Observe and report

Discursive and worth what it’s served for

The certainest sport. The burner is turnt, and with this torch

I’m earning a score and learning the hordes

Plenty to count on

Permanent scorch. I’m serving the court papers

Aiming the flame, then turning it toward, later

The late comers and hate mongers

Who stay fronting like they wanting more than to take from us

But they make comments, debate products

That we create. They can’t relate

Defiantly state that I’m great [comma]

Unapologetic as I go and get it

Gold bars on reserve – gotta give him credit

Even if it’s unnecessary, unless it’s carried out

You’ll be waiting for tips to figure it out

And even if I will never know what congruent is

If it ain’t this then it’s gratuitous

[Hook]

If you never paid attention

It’s probably cause they never made you listen

So they’re just words that are written

Descriptive of my living and given with my vision

But I say word to the words

When the words that occur hit a nerve or disturb

Said I say word to the words

Word to the words."