[Verse 1 (PSA)]

Allow me to reintroduce myself my name is Spitty, or what they know me as

Hottest kid on his grind homie don't be mad

I bend bars of steel got the strength of a monster

Forget starting line up when I'm the whole roster

Y'all have Reasonable Doubt for what I'm 'bout

Just lemme Renegade these beats then you'll never count me out

Are you good cool what does rap mean to you

I say too many Qs move right for the W

[Verse 2 (Look At Me Now)]

Look at me now switching flows so consciously

So much Heat D Wade should rock with me

Casually clicking the camera as I'm kicking it gotta cart out my cards till I'm connected with killing it

Cats cower it's crippling Kakarot-ing these kids again cause I'm crazy and capping like I'm clipping it

Capitalize on the capsize of the crap ride catch kites in the sky

Climbing up so high cash on the lies but the corpse never dies

Cause the soul flies free it's so Breezy, can't beat me can't keep me can't see me beneath me

So I Busta Rhyme you stuck in line more disposable than TP

[Verse 3 (Black And Yellow)]

Everybody's swagger jacking I was never part of that

Do my thing I sag my pants since time it's like I started that

Started capping fitteds I'm a Wiz up in this noggin man

Rolling down these streets with pride like I was raised a part of that

Ain't Black & Yellow more like a brownie fellow

Knicking all these 3s past the line like I'm Carmelo

You soft like marshmellow you really want s'more?

I'm cooking in the kitchen really pounding up that dough

[Verse 4 (Rack City)]

Fall back relax

Come up get that

I'm tryna shock up the world take a peek-at-you (Pikachu)

Make this next dude's career go vamoose

Racking up points till I'm Pac(king) man

Tell the whole industry that the mack is back

How the hell he so hot but his chain stay icy

Cause I got the style and the rest comes nicely

[Verse 5 (How We Do)]

Bring it back old school HB #2

I'm the creme de la creme and what are you #2

Never tell you you stank like you took a #2

I was chatting up yo girl you know I got her number too

All about a dollar but Fiddy got mills

The Game needs change and I'm the one to fulfill

I'm ill when I'm at it and it Ain't Hard To Tell

My clique rolls deep like I'm chilling with Adele

[Verse 6 (Beamer Benz Or Bentley)]

Beamer Benz or Bentley but I'm whipping in a Honda

Tryna make a wish where are Cosmo and Wanda

Never rock designer cause the Devil Wears Prada

So much creativity I should be running DONDA

Coca Cola Pepsi either way it's soda popping

I'm living to the max till the reaper comes in knocking

Not hip but you know I got a hop when I'm walking

Life's a marathon and some of y'all are barely crawling

[Verse 7 (A Milli)]

I got a milli a million words up in this arsenal

My tongue got the precision to cut through atomic particles

Gimme a funny hat I might as well be called a cardinal

Can't equate or compare to me I'm hotter than the tropical

Audible illusions is what you think I been spewing

I was born within the core of the sun a teenage mutant

Donatello'd this masterpiece Michaelangelo'd the art

Munching pizza all the while you Splinter my bars apart

[Verse 8 (Swimming Pools)]

I been thinking 'bout the thoughts in the darkest recesses

Of my mind my eyes can be so deceptive

Politicians just piles of piss and polishing their shoes

Step all over the lower class block their view from the truth

Debating probation send taxes through the roof

Y'all call it minimum wage then use more to wipe your poo

But forget about the consciousness let's take another shot

Let memories be memories pour up until we drop

[Verse 9 (Black Skinhead)]

It's four in the morning still writing still zoning

These lines are just practice not Allen I'm on it you know it

My people were tossed in ships and told to slave away their life

Through struggle and perseverance they fought back and got their rights

I'm flying on planes, Taylor, I'm running the city, mayor

Stay repping my state, Gator, goodbye to the hate, later

Back to the basics to strength my skills, grammar from Atlanta so I keep it trill

Got caught by the flu I been spitting it ill, not Micro not Soft yet still chasing the Bill

[Verse 10]

I don't write rhymes no more I write history

Etch my text like it's calligraphy depicting me

Picture these symbols I'm speaking in hieroglyphics B

So many bars y'all would've thought they just convicted me

I don't know much about destiny but I think this is my calling

Even if you don't get drafted that don't mean you stop balling

My presence is a present the future remains a mystery

But I repeat I don't write rhymes no more I write history