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 assistance

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 nigga”

Young gorillas lookin up to me like Cimos nigga

My south dudes tell me “Stack C-Notes nigga”

Nowadays there ain’t much that’s below niggas

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 nigga, 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 shit

But I’m a show you how to speak to God, kids

Regardless of race, sex 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