Didn't think so, but here im on a beat i didn't think id jump on

Elbow thrustin looking like the air and i are humpin'

Gotta be universal to the genre drama, no assumption

This that other option, feeding the lyrics compulsion

But i admit the skill level allows less lung pumpin

Coming out any way i want to, like carvin a pumpkin

One style dont work, or could be broke, no function

Its feels weird i admit, but it feels hot so russian

Theres really no rushin', i dont hardly got to convey nothin'

After that last track, i lost all reception, i lost all my redemption

Threw me straight into a recession

This one is really just helping me building up my aggressions

Maybe ill snap out of it after a couple of sessions

Damn this starting to sound almost like depressions

But i never get myself all pushy pushy, im easy on the ejections

Its all mushy mushy, ill do it at my discretions

I know a clean one when i know it freshens

I ask it no questions

How can i be so selfish, only rapping about myself

Welcome to the new era, otherwise it sits on the shelf

Now i am coming for that title belt

For whatever title i am dealt

Nobody gave me much help

I had to figure it out, they didn't even hear me yelp

So what can i give back but some provocative

Im just trying to vibe you out and get yah to nod that head

I write it out and inject that beat with what i bled

Keep rotating those tires and kept beefed up tread

It dont always matter too much about what is said

Just know it came from within unlike what most of you have read

You have to get where your going, i know, but that dont always get you ahead

Now i am going to get to this with a team, wheres the bobsled

The money is cheap, so i select the brown bread

You dont think i may have a message to spread

But i won't stop until i drop dead

Seen many just copped and fled

Got so far, it won't always fuel a jet

An audience is heaven sent, or blatently putrid

Bubble gum looses flavor as to trees well rooted

Flows never stuttered, only fluid

Foes always ruthless

Plans are always polluted

Welcome to the three headed lucid