[Verse 1]

They're saying that he insane, crazy, mind stands aiming

I wonder who out there, the people gotta name me

Lazy for a couple years, drowning in beers

Picked up where I left off for head on my peers

It seems I got styles, personality seems

Boss type, light pep, [?] jeans

I seen the whole rap game, sipping on lean

But be the tension when it's mentioned, [?]

He a five star general, analogue or digital

Avant-garde, plus boom bap and minimal

All things to those that plays original

Throw bottles at the idols of the one dimension

Come forth, Gather round and hear me speak

[?] rhymes and the stones, we're for the people that ink

Got sent back to the bottom when I reached my peek

With the riddle I was given at the foot of the sphinx

The rhyme - I construct one brick at the time

It's impossible to top when you put out of line

I hit the underground harder than a harder event

Rappers fall like the third tower planes never hit, shit

[Hook]

This ain't your everyday rap, I got a true vision

I do this for myself, man, I'm a musician

Say yeah if you're feeling it (feeling it)

Raise your hands if you feeling it (feeling it)

This ain't your everyday rap, I got a true vision

I do this for myself, man, I'm a musician

Say yeah if you're feeling it (feeling it)

Raise your hands if you feeling it (feeling it)

[Verse 2]

They wanna know if Print's real, well, I can't stay

I'm too hard to find, my crib is the back cave

The block where they got sprayed, under covers masquerade

It used to be worst back in the day

Mean Bean got locked up and passed away

You can take life and run, or you can sneak in the back way

[?] is the rap where soul is half away

Moving at the speed of light, switching to the fast lane

24 boss and 48 loss of power

Every time I rhyme my street buzz gets louder

I'm [?] inhaling lines, I'm gun powder

Running down our streets, chasing down cowards

Cops go out of their way to send me subliminals

Cause they're working 9 to 5 for a wave just minimal

But I'mma keep it cool and still smile in their face

Till they master up enough heart to call me my name

Busy rhyming for your mens, I rhyme for the fans

Just more in [?], I got too much charm on their hands

If I'm really as small as they say that I am

Then way would distancing me be a way of advance?

Please, you know my [?] rolling on MTV

Probably rocking dirty jeans with a whole in me

I woke up in the spot, with all dollar looking dummie

And walk out with something soft, plus three numbers

Whether making songs, making out or making cream

You better know that throw backs the only you'll make the team

Slang weed, or slang CDs it's all the same in me

Cause I'm compelled to the same degree without a fight

You can take a fang from me

I earned my spot, nobody ever gave it to me

So don't play with me

Because you gotta be a [?] that gained fame for me

[Hook]

This ain't your everyday rap, I got a true vision

I do this for myself, man, I'm a musician

Say yeah if you're feeling it (feeling it)

Raise your hands if you feeling it (feeling it)

This ain't your everyday rap, I got a true vision

I do this for myself, man, I'm a musician

Say yeah if you're feeling it (feeling it)

Raise your hands if you feeling it (feeling it)