[Verse 1: Langston Thoreau]

Speak this thesis, written on pieces

This is that geek shit, water to the knee shit

Totem pole g shit, make you say, "hot damn"

Can't believe I see shit, I'ma be shit

Panning my pleats and began in my speeches

Martin to the Malcolm the outcome is genius

In your death, we're eating, breathing, MCing

Comin' with some future shit, nobody's seeing

Training on a microphone, someone getting shit

Pen and pad, paper beat, I'm so primitive

Ten year visit, ten came home ripping and

Feeling this cynicism, my penmanship's exquisite

Listen, I am gifted and lifted from swinging

Racks on the table, written in the kitchen

Spittin' and riffin', my dreams is in Richmond

Nothing was given it was all in my vision

[Verse 2: Henry McCoy]

Tunes like a monsoon, strong like a typhoon

My crew crash through your room, I'm on the move with Sailor Moon

Get the sniper ready, trying to get the world soon

Forming like a bomb on you jerks, swagger boys boom

Aim with precision, I'm precise with my vision

Listen, paint the campus colors vivid

Teach about my life's mission

I've been on a conquest ever since I touched a pen

Blood, sweat, and tears in my rap, its for grown men

Record deals for ten mill-, play this on the radio

Take that rapper off his pedestal then I cut his throat

Tell him swing different, dealing with the okey dokes

To doing what I wanna though, tell 'em what they oughta know

[Bridge: Henry McCoy]

So run to your boys now

You can let your homies walk

Grab your guns, clap your hands

Then scream real talk

Bet you feeling tough, huh?

Prolly feel like popping off

Just wanna look scary

Might as well be like heaven's heart

[Verse 3: Great Scott!]

Max Clique be invincible, don't forget the name

Or the motherfucking principles, came like the rain

Exposed an individual, new hippies come from old

Criminals, its pitiful but I'ma stay real

Still building in my citadel

Spit like a king, scream fuck, these niggas need

Used to rock Tim's, now they stuck in skinny jeans

Got a new skateboard, trade imaginary dreams

Niggas even took the pain, heard imaginary screams

The swag is the drum, the loud is the dome

Talk quiet on the job, all caps cross the phone

Sharp tooth truth, all beef what I eat

Getting freedom, take the kingdom, getting pieces for a week

See my words kinda heavy, and the pain kinda deep

And them bars' kinda nasty, so excuse, I repeat

Getting freedom, take the kingdom, getting pieces for a week

Smell like Rosé, my car and a tire

Know I'm from the dirt, shots screaming through the fire

Came to say these niggas ain't real, they all liars

Now my 16's over, I'm done, call me retired

Sportsman