[Verse 1]

I'm a Natural rapper I've got a knack for it

The talent I'm displaying is immaculate

Just like Picasso

I'm an artist, every time I spit I know I captivate

I suffer from apathy

So you know then when I'm rapping it's actually

A method to relieve all the pain

It's a tragedy

I'm going nowhere fast, just like Khelani

Thinkin' 'bout poppin' a molly

Just to be on it

Every time I think about not being a rapper I want to vomit

I start to coughin'

Gotta be bat shit to think I don't want it

Spent too many hours at the pad and that's a problem

Got no income but to be honest

That's okay with me, cause the game I came to plague like bubonic

No Doctor Dre, but the games Ill and it seems Chronic

A chronic case, of a genre disgraced

No talent displayed

My lines are like powder escapement to my brain

I say we lock up the gangster rappers in chains

And throw their Ki's away