When I'm rhyming and I'm in the zone

I'll get you vibing while you're driving though you're high and you're just ripping cones

Don't know my limit though

I begin to grow into a person that is different from the one you meet you didn't to know

I used to sit and smoke a sesh until I'd fall asleep

Lazy fucker wouldn't clean my act up or record my beats

Couple things were haunting me

I would block it out and just pretend that it was all a dream

Eventually I'd stop it

How?

I'd stay patient and wait til I got my head around the fact that I thought I was being weak but hey, I'm better now

Proud to be, I'll say it loud

Thought I wouldn't make it out

If I could go and change a thing I wouldn't, I ain't laying down

Speak for the street whose been cheated by the copper dogs

Speak for the people who need to hear a rapper, not a gronk

Speak for the need to feed the evil inside of my head

If people could see inside of me then they'd find that I'm dead

Yeah you'd note the effect, when Rates flows dope

Most of it goes over your head

You even know what I said?

I'm getting angry, tired

Probably just a mental mine

Pick a fight and give me shit

Probably leave you dead you gronk

Rhyme is anger and right hearted

Than half of you

The hardest Spartacus

Target you artists

Make you carcases

Fucking laugh at you marching like mafias

I'm harder and smarter than half of you bastard sons of fucking carpenters

When it comes to skill, Rates would be the one you want

My rhyming style's hot

Tracks tell me I can't be wrong

Every time I write I know you rappers try and step it up

When you've done your track

You make mistakes

You look like messy cunts

It's my time and I'll fly high

Like a satellite

[?] Technical transmission every time I grab a mic

Electrical efficient rhythm, sending shivers

Leave you fried

Voltage in the amps goodbye

I'll burn your fucking empty mind

I'm out