Chargin up the ladder rather large when they scatter/ round the charts here and after Im revealed as bar clapper/ B-Rhymez defined by deep hearted raps, the chatter sparks/ after dark show and prove till I mastered the art/ no project past like Im purposefully preachin hood/ not many war stories Im just really freakin good/ speakin as only I could leak, a nearly sperfect spit/ but not the kinda person you would last tradin verses with/ metaphor war when I talk to guys/ wishin this could tell the sellers, prophesize our profit size/ walk the line appeal with rhythm, mics, and reality/ visualizing the realism of life in actuality/ My style bring a reflection of the old ways/ golden age microphone power, controlling showers/ of the colder days, the ways displayed unfurled/ the most beautifullest thing in this world/

B) I wish I could go back, relive the days of a different way/ this can be promoted, I hate what it’s become/

C) I would like a place where I can go and learn the art/ be who I am, clap my bars/ act not through strangers but through my heart/ Im a 90’s Baby, a product of Protect Ya Neck/ Im a 90’s Baby, tell em how it is with no regrets/

You nice here, get more love/ the Mecca of the universe, New York blood/ where Im from, the talk of the moment gotta seize/ where lotta things made in China but few of us Chinese/ Game face, say grace, defining my main space/ Me, Nas, Q-Tip, residing from the same place/ Kool G, Mike G, 50, Havoc, Prodigy/ DMC Dynasty, franchising probably/ but I have not made it/ wait until the unfoldin of my story when I make it/ rated and glorified throughout the hearing of my statement/ you’re failin to find a teen as lyric orientated/

C)

It’s my world and I won’t stop/ and if you stand in my lane ya ankles get bopped/ bodies will drop in Hip-Hop cause Im a likely virus/ exposin rappers that are closet hos like Miley Cyrus/ Hell keepin me sleepin to hide my demons shout/ what we about, Im breathin something unpleasin Cleaveland drought/ meet my scheming revealin/ lights camera action, attackin where Im creepin/ leakin all that Im dreamin bout, the secrets out/

B)

Safety, my farts coastin/ cause Im dumpin on 90% of ya’ll the way Im bar flowin/ wipe my ass with pics of megastars large and noticed/ tape it to my wall and practice my dart throwin/ leave the charts open, who next for money huh?/ no food at the table guess who hungry huh?/ blue collar honor Metropolis dollar shit/ how many other brothas you know rappin with a scholarship/ B gon give it to ya/ no homo only spit/ showing rifts of only glowing growing out my closing lips/ on the microphone Im sick, flowing mind controlling it/ and when my time is up Im hoping Gods like ‘Holy shit’/

B) Where Im from, we keep it real/ today sucks, that’s how I feel/ in the words of Rakim, here’s my cause/ any MC who disagree with me wave ya arms/ x2

C)