[Verse 1: The Rapper H]

My name is H man, have you heard of me?

Intro on the mic, and it fits together perfectly

Check the clock, I think it’s time, a rapper you can stand behind

Flow is tight with sicker lines, none will ever equal mine

Look inside and you will find knowledge is a light of mine

Don’t know where I’m headed, I’ll die if I’m left behind

This is my shot, one life to live it right

Fuck a runway, open sky, I’m gonna take flight

[Hook:]

I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling off the edge

And I’m running, still running, you can’t catch me where I’m at

But the music, still beating, I’m alive inside this mess

And I’m wondering, how I’m standing, in this world that’s bleeding, bleeding red

[Verse 2]

H has got the mind to speak, a hundred different words to beats

A melody to find the key, say fuck to mediocrity

The Prodigy then came around, collaborate to break the ground

The earth is like a ride and we’re just chilling as it spins around

This life is madness, running just to grab it

Three goals, snapbacks, I’m pulling off the hat trick

The night just comes alive, with the words I feel inside

I’m terrified to fail, the sentiment of a younger mind

Ya, and it will be alright

Finally moving forward, time is passing as I write

The pen will write the verses, but H will spark the mic

The crowd will fill the fucking show when H is spittin' on the mic

Honestly the melody is feeling like my therapy

The sounds within my mighty mind, derived from my memory

Base, drums, energy, the realest fucking recipe

Emotions fill me up, but they will never get the best of me

[Hook X2]

[Verse 3]

I write rhymes to explain it, rhymes to confuse it

I write rhymes to write rhymes, and never get confused kid

This beat is just confounding, every syllable I’m sounding

With that 3, 2, 1 the atmosphere is my surrounding

Addicted to the movement, I am constantly improving

Putting everything I have in this, try and start a movement

Boston back to Ithaca, I represent a state of mind

The past is past, so just relax, save it for another time

[Hook X2]

[Verse 4]

316, coming live from the studio, I feel it in my soul

Fresh to death from head to toe

Words are morphing ever day, To me there is no stopping

Rap has got my soul enchained, there’s no need for its unlocking

Sick flows, live shows, Boston is my front door

I love my fucking city, the city I would die for

The heart of a champion, the city I’m alive for

H will never let it stop, they’re cheering for the encore