Chorus

What you want with it?

I was born with it

My big bro in 96 bumping Cuban Linx

Still rocking Helly

Verse One

Bulletproof padded rap fabric enamoured

My polymers are callous you cats are unimaginative

My appearance on the planet apparent

Way I’m tapping in to other atoms like Nas & automatics

If you didn’t catch it, it don’t matter

I’m nomadic and outstanding like the Gap Band is

Unattached to the fruit of action

Doing it for passion student blue printing language

New standards set with it

A wise man don’t burn bridges until he can part water with lyrics

And I’m swimming, spitting acid at em

Unbalancing your PH level, heavy metals are hazardous

An anarchist put the calibre up on you amateurs

Weak mic handlers won't manage it

No comparison to us your wax tending to rust

Out tracks are platinum slow burn then I’m done

Chorus

What you want with it?

I was born with it

My big bro in 96 bumping Cuban Linx

Still rocking Helly

Verse Two

Shouts go to Denmark, my pen mark the page where your end start

Trespass here and you leave without the best part

More heart than Phar Lap cardiac acts upon the tarmac

Star running back like Bo jack

Playing two sports bumping too short with a new broad

Spit in cold blood your rap lukewarm

Want a coupon? Get your crew on? Need a few songs?

Rap Don illusion some views and now your roots gone

Fruit on the tree rotten, I don’t drink

But I pop the fucking top off and pour on you morons

Want the sweet shit? skip the pollen

The rap columnist in your monitor, D I ain’t a homonyn

You a myth like Romulus, build a city

And I split it down the middle with Ebonics like Lamont in it

Rap game economist, chump change followers

The dominant crown ruler, B’Boy document