[Verse 1]
Lit incense and lit incentives
I've never paid attention this intensive
For all intents and purposes
I've been a perching, penny-pinching
With a pen and pencil penchant being pensive
Trying to figure out the ways of the world
How to maneuver
Through the rats and the sewers
Bullcrap and manure
Napoleon Hill complex more the mighty medulla
Manifesting many thoughts getting set in stone like Medusa
God damn
I've been making something structured out of nothing
Making souls out of substance
Making songs out of suffering
Suffering succotash, I done set a task of abundance
Making bundles of these ballads
You bumping for mass consumption
Basking in thrills, masking my evils and ills
Practicing people skills just to pass to my negus
That's how a leader do
So before you go home and believe the TV
About how you should see your people
Just know who's speaking the truth
God damn