Vowels got mixed up

Tryna throw Stones on my name (Trav)

Imagine being average

Tryna overlook Wayne (six)

Like I ain’t the meet the love of my life

In the center of a pentagram

Surrounded by five candles

With lit flames?

For a bracket to be made

Shit I can name

Three lyricists other than me

You forgot, I thought

What a damn shame

Two JBs too many in NV

Don’t mistake this one for Envy

I’ve got a Theory on a common local emcee

Let’s talk catalogs

I’ve got two clouds in the air

But on your bracket

You brought a cat with

Three tracks, let’s compare

Let’s talk live shows

You must not've been there

I was on at nine

Del was after mine

Their Pilot through galaxies of Funky Tales

I’m not offended

You’ve not heard of me

You listed Pisco like in these cyphers

He ain’t the one recording me

This isn’t new to me

I’m used to no one supporting me

Said that on 400 Degrees

Ask G, he recorded me

Wait, that scheme might’ve

Docked off some points

Cunnilinguistics

I’ll leave a cerebellum moist

My latest shit had hella joints

Check my ashtray

Okay we get it, Trav

Not really, what is the point?

Back n forth about doing this

What do I have to prove with this

A bracket based on who they’d list

As their top in Reno?

Toppin Reno, double gawkin sloppin Reno

Some room in Sands Casino

Hold up reel it in

Before people get offended, oh

Catch the line

Before you get hooked

Cuz people fish

Half the mind

To write a hook

And make this a hit

Asinine

My kind of look

Reacting to your list

Passed the time

I read a book

I’m back on my bullshit

No disrespect to Dan

But I’ve got more than

One Vision board

My focus isn’t Profits, nah

I want something more

To get shit accomplished

In one accord

All while providing bomb shit

Harmony Granger with chords

And a wizard with words

One would say my wands a pen

No Timmy Turner

I’ve designed-a plan within

Take my city

Build CommunITY with it

Not just be IN it

I ain’t active

For these captions

Nor am I out here pretending

Hands like Rocky

The way I’m touchin bags, shit

I’d say Balboa

But I’m not- he still a Savage

I’d have face tats If I remained

Like Walker, an addict

I’ve got records that date back

To Levi’s on Maddox

Gave a spot to Momatik

I ain’t trippin yo, she can have it

I’m still looking to find Saccs shit

All I found; was, past tense

Its awfully noisy in the attic

Go check the racket

Tennis matches, MC’s

Back n forth on ZPs rad dick

Missin the days of NCSU

Like high school varsity teams

Those who know, do know

NCS was D, minus JB

Now we’re all wondering why I singled U out

Cuz it’s your letter, man

The whole reason U put this together fam

Look what U made

Vote on your page

Let’s ride your wave

Took stage in the bay

Who on your list could say the same

I’m just tryna eat and compete

Like everyone in the game

You made a list

I checked it twice

You forgotten a name

Wayne