[Verse 1: PHLOW]

Do re mi starting on a high note

Took a bout a minute to own it on

Man I'd been feining to scratch that itch like a vinyl

Tidal waves I been flowing since I had pens like a paddle

Or motored my boat or a

Chopper

Don't push me that's improper

Chops on my beat some veggies I do this proper

Hard knocks ,more like I kicked the door down

And made myself at home up in this game

Like this ain't your house

Been curious since my adolescence

So I let the sessions and the lessons lead to common sense

Nas and some Slick Rick thrown in a little Kendrick

U know the sort rap that was jus rap I'm not a critic

I take the Critique as compliments

It means u made at least a wrinkle on they consciousness

Optimist yeah I'm Raising the bar(s)

Giving em space I'm taking off while I be gazing at stars

[Verse 2: CYCLONE]

It was all a dream and it still is

Grinding on the thousands hoping for millis

Where my next meal is bruh I'ono what chill is

Cos the pepper gats rest talking red hot chillis

Now the deal is

Stay gutted like i took out where the gill is

Pull the mirror out remind myself what real is

Dear mama, I hope you feel this

Cos aim of it all is to ball till we don't care what the bill is

See I don't spit useless I spit useful

Keep the young minds mature and mature minds youthful

Cos God is the DJ, man is the emcee,your life is the record, do not live it empty

But Don't get it twisted yall ain't contortionists

Mc hammer dope see, none of yall can touch on this

None of yall can beat this, bloody percussionists

Lets play the blame game to whom shall I apportion this... sickness