[Intro]
Ayo, I got a beautiful mind, man
For real
Gimme my roses while I’m here
I can see shit so differently, man
It’s like
It’s like I can picture everything
Every word in my head, I picture it

[Verse]
Several bullet wounds on these hooded goons
You could assume it’s the type of product you cooked in spoons
I took the fumes, sold every drug that they would consume
When opportunity knocked, it came in and shook the room
Why do I speak so vividly on these crooked tunes? (Why)
Why should I prеach my ministry when you look to coon? (Why)
Nah, this ain’t the averagе street rhetoric, I teach etiquette
I speak delicate, but move with the strength to impeach presidents (Uh huh)
You made them think that your art’s official
But all I see is this artificial (Facts)
I don’t concern myself with these artists issues
I got daughters, come feel the wrath of their father’s pistols
From a era when bootlegging DVDs
Might’ve been thought better than have a career in medicine
I’m from a era where a pack of Newports, a pint of some Everclear'll take away pain as if it was never there
My every vocal is carved with a diamond, the Harvard of rhyming
The stars is aligning, that’s marvelous timing
Far from a street rapper, I’m Langston Hughes with a tainted view
You soft as a hymen, I’m breaking pussies, too late for rookies
A scholar like W.E.B
How the fuck could you be me? (How)
Every single word I utter is 3D (Woo)
A motion picture, my picture’s in motion, a different devotion
That’s what sets me apart from all these dicks you promoting
[Outro]
Fact
I still got it, man
Hahah
I still got it
I be talking, man
The Reaper’s Hood, boy