(Verse 1)
I’m at it again with a fat ass grin
And I went from, army jackets to sunglasses
While I’m on this microphone I accelerate like a cheetah
That'll grab a hold inside of your skull like drinking tequila;
As if you saw me standing on their head with all my weight upon
Their cranium as if it was an alien I’m taking on
As we succeed to give you something to believe in
Like buying new speakers for my emcee achievements
They’re gonna love it when you're picking up their pieces
Relieved that they were blown as if we're running out of reasons
An independent artist that is putting on a clinic
Who can put’em in a coffin like you're jumping on a civic
With so much energy in everything I’ve ever written
That I’m true to what it’s like to see a man that’s on a mission
When tracks get produced by Rex Rey and I’m the emcee
You need to brace yourself as if you’ve wanted straight teeth

(Verse 2)
Aren’t we so, amazing, enormous and major important?
Can’t take anymore of this making a fortune
As I think of what it's like to make a million dollar living
Saying that’ll be the day like Buddy Holly and the Crickets
While I’ve had to live and learn this music industry is sinister
With ideas worse than skin heads who burn literature;
People who love to be above you like your miniature
And can’t wait to show you how their oil and your vinegar
Sometimes you’re gonna lose and you might come across it
When it’s becomes a life that none of us has ever wanted
And you wonder why these kids aren’t any good at taking losses
Cause even when they suck we’re still telling them they're awesome
So if you even know what digging in the crates means;
Then we can dig it like a crate full of break beats
And uncover the way that a blood sucker
Will eat at your brain bucket while making the most of it