Okay, yeah this knocking right here, TV
I don't even need to write to this young,
plus the world in its foundation
It's like a leech slurring my speech,
It's breaking my fiberglass
Through my mental letting
Dimensional teleportation
My mind is facing out on route
Like telephone communications
Many through 60 degree rotations
My occupation, spitting flows
Through experimental situations
They drug me cause my thoughts
bloody like menstruations
They tracing and chasing me
from location to location
Waiting to start me and my
too many outside irritations
it might cause altercations
surpassing so -called limitations
Manifestation is the key to escalation
And fluctuation of cheese
might cause MC suffocation
cause no jacks is being faken
They typically pissing me
is like Bob Marley to Jamaicans
I might be slightly exaggerating
Got the system scared like Meister
rappers lying with time and patience
thoughts like Wu Blunts I'm lacing
Coming down like condensation
Giving proper information
I wanted to be a rap technician
Splitting mics in half for my
started from the beginning
But most of these ignorant
talkin' bout money they gettin'
Bars they spittin', cars they rippin'
Nice clothes they dipped in,
but they gotta expand their mind
and rhyme somethin' different
that's what I be kickin' in my writtens
But if you listen, pay attention,
I can please both crowds,
know both causes my intentions
I expand my comprehension
like goin' to college at Princeton
And the industry's missing
an interpretation that's sickening
They was wishing I presented,