[Verse 1]

Kicking out the freestyle with my new style

It's aimed at you

Punching through the crowd

Living loud but still I'm underground

With all my anger built up inside of me

Through the beats and the lyrics, it flows out of me

I don't deserved to be treated this way everyday

I'm not a criminal no matter what they say

Hey, I'm just a guy living a different lifestyle

I see it in your eyes, you got that fucked up hostile

Point of view, What can I do? It's the way I am

I'm just man doing the best that I can

So understand that shit you bring is condescending

And it's my choice of self-еxpression I'm defending

[Verse 2]

Thеy call me showtime, the mad rhyme inventor

Make you shake like an earthquake's epicenter

The method of the groove that makes your body move

Is the sound of the group of truth and drums loop

Like Black Eyed Plea we be bridging the gaps

Giving daps to people who be feeling these raps

What's the haps? Nowaday it's all about the image

They traded it for talent and brains along with it

So these rap-rock bands reach a million some fans

Filing stands, never rockin' the mics like a man

Not like I can. Put your money where your mouth is

Pick up the mics and show us all what you're about kid

(Chorus)

Step into the realm of this brand new sound

Pound for pound, I got the power to make the world go round

(End of chorus)

[Bridge]

Wanna be me, you gotta be me, Just like me

(Chorus)

[Outro]

You can call it what you want but it's a battle of words

Making you nervous with my word perfect style absurd

So forget what you're heard about life in general

It's shredder of a rhyme, Showtime of the incredible

Bringing the audio tracks to industry hacks

Never given me enough love to say that they're feeling me

Now you're drilling me lyrically? can't really be serious

Don't test this vicious, pissed, delirious lyricist