[Verse 1: Kenn Starr]

Forget the chit chattin' let's make it happen

For those that said I'd never make it rappin'

I tore 'em to shreds like cleaning carpet spills with a paper napkin

Regard my skill as a gift to the masses

So I guess you could consider this wrapping

The bars the curriculum within the song givin' em classes

Mr. Starr ain't givin' no passes

I don't grade on a curve, I got a way with them words

This ain't the revenge of the nerds and ain't no bullies gettin' they ass kicked

Was thinking that I wasn't fully built for this rap shit

Retract it and never reconsidered my passion

I took all of them feelings I had and I

Turned 'em into the venom and the acid I'm killin' the track wit

You backwards, you practice them feminine tactics

Queens with a lisp all in your accent

A man purse, skinny jeans, buncha glitter all in your chapstick

Integrity I wonder where that went

It's absent, we need it

'Cause generally speaking

It's too many emcees claiming general or kingpin

Allow me to give 'em a minute so it can sink in

I'm on the brink and I'm tryna make a dollar outta fifteen Lincolns

Ballin' on a budget like some 15's twinklin'

They callin' on Low Budget to revise and revitalize

The type of hip-hop that you pride and you idolize

And you can sink your teeth in

Let me breathe in, regain my composure

Yeah I'm in the game for exposure

Came for the fame and the dough but I'm stayin' for the closure

I told ya my DNA's engrained with the culture

Even when I do it like I'm joking around

I still sound like the dopest around

To find competition you would have to dig a hole, open the ground

And make a dead rapper open his mouth

Let's take it back to square one