[Intro]

Mic check, mic check

Do I really want to do this?

I don’t know

CHIC

Ok I guess we’re doing it (Yup)

Let’s go

[Verse]

I thought I wouldn’t pick up a type of beat like this

But I liked this, it’s a necessary step to write, spit, and mic this

Steps Necessary’s invite is the real reason

Why I tried to step aside from my typical style

Which I find fits within this mindset

Of the listeners who might get what I rhyme with, but stay blind, deaf

Cause they find that these mumble rappers are the future

Well then bye, then cause I’m tired – SICK

Fever’s rising and I’m losing all the patience

Underground artists raising dirt, but they don’t feel the roots

Saying words that barely work

Talking about dropping shots

Half of this track that they talk about is about alcohol

I have to draw a picture so just grab a chalk

And pay attention or go grab some Adderall

Or “but wait he used that line already” is what you’d say after all

I’m just mad because

All these songs about booze and they don’t have the bars

Blowing smoke or air when they record a track

Cause not a single rap has been an actual thing that happened

And then attract the masses of fans

Fans that turn when they get wind and they think it’s cool

When these Wayne imitations take the stage and sing Gu-cci gang

“what you saying ” is a waste of breath (ooh)

I’ve got some praying to do so have some faith or review

My exclamation because I meant I would prey with E’s

See rap is an acquired taste , you new ones are feces

It’s all the same if your rap follows a city

But, I prefer classics, the big guns, the BBs

Techn9ne, Shady and Big Pun and Easy

Hopsin, Logic, Will Smith and Run DMC

Pac, I’m Indi-an, so there’s Brodha V

And Smokey the Ghost from Bangalore on my list see

Check them out to know what a good rapper is

Instead of those that are always talking about their packages

Like UPS we get it, but your fed exes would laugh at this

Your pen is running dry, can’t deliver or can’t manage to finish

So you get ahead and spit a bit, no tricks

And blow because the fans that will it – pay cash for this

Claim to have an album made with lame songs and half the skills

What happened to the gray matter your brain has?

You lacking it or damaged it?

Cracked craniums to make sense of the alphabet?

But you’re stuck saying “Aye”, did you have a fit?

And then brag about abilities you tackled in your text battle wins

It’s sad cause this pest is here plaguing Americans

The Indians and Asians, even Spain, England, everyone

You pay for that music, then no way you will get refunds

I’ll buy no sales that they got cause they pale in comparison

So maybe I’ve failed, because their sales in the hundreds of thousands to be fair, sells fade as they then become more aged

And replay every statement that they make

Hoping people like the same but one day it will end and I’m

Trying to keep working hard, to rise to the top

I’m driving a beat till it sparks to find what I’ve got

Hiding beneath all the normal rhymes that I jot

Why don’t you read into what I write, and find out?

What I know is comedy see, comics are why

I’m inspired to write and to frame my thoughts right

But these jokers aren’t the “hee-hee” probably why

I want to go bat and don the cape like the dark knight

That was a rhyme I just had to put in

Not rushing to try and have as many paths to do what I do and

I will tactfully knit the facts in with mad precision and

Hand you a track without bragging or cussing

Let us recall - Rome ain’t made in a day, so wait

I’ll lay the base foundation to raise

A stable artist and maybe play the game

The way it’s meant to be played - in the first place

A laser focus on the words - a microscopic view

Stay ferocious on the purpose - write exhaustive to

Make the world observe the verses I can drop and prove

I have made this work in ways you thought that I could not, but do

Or did. Whatever

[Outro]

Is that it? Am I done?

Oh right! There is one thing left

And it goes something like this

C-H-I-C