[Verse 1]
Look, I been running the venomous streets
Since about the time, that you was a baby that wetted and shitted the sheet
Ain't no telling if somebody born on the planet already, that better than me
There’s a reason I'm earnin' the title for all of the people to call me the Beast
There’s a reason the people who listen to Beast
Are the people who making the change
And the reason the music I'm making ain't caking
But making a change in the brain
Always different and never the same
Head of the Game, "What is my Mantra?"
Beast 1 3 3 3's gone full Contra
Watch out now, you looking & cunning & running the gun in a cover
Got many a rhyme and many a line, I'm steady defining the gutter
Removing the mess and the clutter
We butter than better my letter composing
You'll never be mentally ready & willing revealing my feelings in closing
Y'all fuckers is faker than posing, instead of all mentally healthy
Your brain full of mush, the button you push is only for taking a selfie
This music ain't making me wealthy, this music ain’t making me rich
This music is made, the message conveyed FOR HISTORY SON OF A BITCH