(Verse)

In order to achieve what you want you gotta progress and fight

And that's the best advice that helped me escape from a desperate life

And I gotta confess to Christ I'm thankful I was blessed to write

Cause I began to check the mic before I knew my left from right

It's a fact I'm a soldier so don't battle me sober

I'll grab the pad from the sofa and I will gladly expose ya

And Imma earn an opportunity and rap till it's over

While others get the chance and never lift the bat off their shoulder

And I remember watching battles and I was starving to get in them

I'm talking back then when I hardly knew of Eminem

I started writing bars to rip out their hearts and machete them

Cause I've been killing tracks since the start of the new millennium

They say I'm the truest cause I've never been on a losing spurt

Plus I abuse the verse, they're amazed at what I can do with words

They say this dude's bizzerk cause I never sleep all I do is work

I'm up before the break of dawn even before the rooster chirps

I'm tired of these signed labels telling all these crime fables

My mind's stable but all of my thoughts were designed hateful

Look through my book of rhymes and you'll see that every line's fatal

I used to rhyme playful while I was learning my times tables

Most of you artist likers only supporting garbage writers

Who only talk about who's car's the nicest and how large their ice is

All your songs are lifeless while all of my many thoughts are righteous

All my bars are priceless, I can stand out in the hardest cyphers

I'm maneuvering after you fags with humorous attitudes

I'm pursuing my passion to flaunt my numerous attributes

I'm on a mission to expose these rappers that you listen to

Cause everyones got different views but most of yours are misconstrued

I don't need no one with me misery is my company

And I won't be satisfied till I'm freestyling on sucker free

And I will never stop until nobody is in front of me

Until I'm humbly in my prime just like the number three

But maybe I should dumb it down just to make it less confusing

Provide less amusement just to add to all my stress from losing

Show the best improvement to prove to you I'm the best in music

Battling Static is equivalent to public execution

You deny your brothers you try to rhyme but you wine and stutter

All the rhymes I utter are in abundance and high in numbers

I don't rely on others only those in the sky above us

Give me any lyrical test I'll pass it with flying colors

Static's the name for those who never heard me in booths

But you can just refer to me as The Suburbian Truth