(Skit)

The Mic On? (Yea dont spill that water)

Shut Up Im Not (Matter fact get out the booth)

You guys know him as Ray Rife, The Lost Beast, whatever

To me he's my big brother, SHUT UP (Son, get out the booth)

All I wish is that you're safe

When you come back imma have some stories

I know you will too

Oh I gotta go (SON, GET OUT THE BOOTH!!!)

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Uh, yea

Bow your heads and say goodbye to him (Goodbye)

I lift my hand and wave it

Say goodbye for I'm on this road alone

The first steps are usually the hardest to own

Ain't afraid of change

I sacrificed for years living in shame

With promises to myself it'll pay off when I reign

Mother wants me to stop, pops did this and flopped

Always question what will it be to get me over the top?

I've got no gimmicks, nothings really special bout my image

But Imma go the distance off this heartfelt lyrics

Indeed I will

All I haves a dry dream and a canister

Thirsty for the refilling why yall think that I been banished for?

Entire world turned on me in a flash, bet they'll all want me back

When they see that I've exceeded the path

I was never the type to brag

Never the type to boast

Never the type to sink my boat with time to float

I never claimed somebody to be mine without my title

And I never hated on the success of any rival

That's motivation to be better carving my skill, these letters

Most my emotions I just cap in the bottle

I'm not a preacher for yall rhymin quotes rather than bars

If I yearned to philosophize I woulda studied Aristotle

But nah, I studied that white boy from Detroit

Red's man from the Wu, one with reasonable doubt

His idol, and number 2

Mix some nasty in the soup, ate it regrouped and soon my

Reflections screaming its YOU!!

To take over the orders and slaughter all of the fools

That wanna do what I do but just jump in without a clue

Don't call me your everyday rapper that dropped out of school

Lost, and picked up the pen like my life was lacking a view

Can't tell I'm different? From the way I spit it?

You hear that EP, my freestyles, I gotta kill it

You see my name of course I gotta cure the sickness and cancers

In the spirits of those alike..

That can't survive, of the bullshit we equipped with

I promise only those that can relate will truly understand

And before I die I gotta catch that fade with Uncle Sam

I do believe I'm of a different breed

And in due time, you all will see

Just what I truly am