It's not a walk in the park, it's called dedication
And only very few understand the frustration
It's patience required when you're faced with desire to be the best
Believe, it takes a while for styles to manifest
Some fools think that it happens overnight, not quite
It's time and effort that you have to put into the mic
Man, I've been influenced by older heads that you ain't even heard of
They'll eat you up in seconds on the mic with half a paragraph
I have ideas and traditions they pass onto me
That's why I can't adapt to some of this bullshit monotony
My style's unreachable, outer space, like astronomy
And all these local cats coming up can never catch onto me
You're on some little kid shit, dawg you need to man up
I'm way above your head, like Jordan back when he would slam dunk
And I'm like {​​​​​​​?}​​​​​​​ cos I always got a pen on me
Apparently, it be the only thing I need as weaponry
Slicing through my enemies like samurais
I steadily sharpen up my blade to the point of a new extremity
Thinking you got mad skills, dawg, but you ain't got none
Thinking you got mad dope songs, but you ain't got one
Fools be taking shots at me, but yo, I know they fake it
Cos when I say "Wassup?", they claim it's a general statement
You know who you are, and if you don't, then I ain't speaking to you
Your ass should feel lucky I ain't sell that fucking feature to you
Dawg, who the fuck you think you're messing with?
Lino Skywalker is not the cat you want to go against
I'll come at you any level, street or professional
The only tip [?] is right below my testicles
And I don't really seem care what people say now
A visionary said it best, homie, just leave my name out
The same peeps that showed you love may be the ones that hate now
And they're probably the second dopest cat you know from K-Town
On A High Note be them boys, wassup?