The crowd goes quiet

I try not to hide it

Am i good or do i look like i just try it

Do i just rhyme it, or do i vibe it

Well you gonna need to be quiet

While i blow your mind up with this riot

I throw a fit with this pen i got

Every riff is a bomb i drop

I imagine the crowd i could rock

Im jammin out to this knock on wood plot

Inhalin' sucess, exhalin' failure

Causin' ruckus , comin tailored

This is too cool to go back to a regular job

Like i look like a tool to the temp agency head hunter squad

Id rather be locked away in my bedroom alone

Pay all cash for my childhood home

Write every last rhyme when in rome

Until it all blends and i am in the zone

Just like a nasty sickened syndrome

Just follow that snare in your dome

Just drop those knowledge bombs

Fuck college i got some of these songs

And if i got it tonight, i can do no wrongs

I can do no harm, i can rap my life to these fans of swarms

I can lay it all out right here on these platforms

I got the devil by his horns

Now put on jesus's hat and make sure it has extra thorns

If you know you said something i didn't like

Im dropping bombs, youve been warned

I gotta force my labor, i can't just wait for it to be born

I gotta force my nature, i cannot just sit back and watch this

I gotta just rap until i am dead and unconscious

Do u really think i have options

Not many outside of honest, nauseous, and dauntless

I am not saying im flawless

I am not saying im novice

I am not saying im mounstrous

But i am saying i can show promise

I can show greatness

I can show the matrix

I can show its a sure bet to the faithless

I can show a face to this nameless

I can show direction to the aimless

I can show connection to the brainless

I can show reflection, i can show i can change this

I can show my pain until its painless

I know what they want, and i got it

I know which way to go, and i plot it

I cross my t's and my eyes are dotted

I stole the basketball, i was open coach, so i shot it

Nobody gives a damn if i make it

Nobody holds my hand and i dont fake it

I dont give a damn if you hate it

I will jam it until i makeshift

So fuck your hatred, cause' you dont make shit

I can smell it on your faces

And i can smell its pretty fucking rap rascist

How when i spit real with raw entertainments

Dont look up

Dont look down

Take your life

And spin it around

Look straight into my face, this is what i lost

And now this is what i found

Go ahead and call it a clown

I hide behind the tears of it, and suffocated every sound

I bottle it up, shake it, then spray it all around

My dignity is naked, jaded, raided and vacant

Take it as a rude awaken, okay kid

Im not here to be played with

I think i finally got something creative

Took 6 years, but better now then belated

I let it on the loose, why the fuck did i tame it

I should of been dropping it like this since my gross of my ages

Shit by now id been a whole hell of a lot more dangerous

Well here i am now, and i still got plenty of ways to explain this

Dont look up

Dont look down

Take your life

And spin it around