Verse 1: [Mentality]
Half man half mechanical, my otherside is cannibal
That means my lower mandible is coming for your clavicle
Grammatical, impractical, directing every classical
We create the magical, factual, lyrical ability be deadly
Directly comin' for many, my soul has been feelin' empty
They wouldn't pay me a penny just wait they'll pay me with plenty
The trendy all envy, the life that I created, got more drive than a bentley
Spreading positive vibrations through spoken word vocation
Concentration on the patient as the world stays waitin'
No relation to my fate, no attachment to the bait
My inner mind is strength, organic raps no fake
1 take, 2 late, you already missed your chance
Talkin' bout how you gone make it but you never write ya plans
All we do is make jams, automatic with the classics
6ix plus Meekins on a track, that's magic
You plastic, I'm active with my redefined passion
Imma 5 star assassin authority gets blasted
Co Captain, of the best team in the league
It's really not about the image it's in how you perceive
My fans fight to see me, so fuck a VIP
I know I'm rare, cause a lot of people wouldn't agree
Inspiration is free, my rejection was key
I understood what it was like when I could not be me, free

Verse 2: [Cam Meekins]


Verse 3: [ATM]
Nah I wasn't shit back then,naw i ain't never fucking had shit back then, i remember back then they woulden't call me a friend, now they wanna know me best since i picked up the pen,naw i ain't never had shit back then, naw i ain't never fucking had shit back then, i been waiting so long for that feeling again,but back then the shit i did wasn't shit back then, awe, alot'a doubters in my town, when i diden't have it they ain't never come around,take a picture i'm talking about the places,all the fake guys you welcome to cut the faces, i touch souls but i never leave traces,dot tape this cause i might catch cases, tie me by the neck till i sleep in suitcases,all gold tombs of Egyptian ages,i got class but i don't take classes,spreading all that money who gone graduate the fastest, rich kids probably coulden't see me in they glasses, i passed them, now they wanna ask him, who the teacher who let him off of the scrap list,practice, everything i did was pure act less,bars hot but i got flow like a catestes,know a lot a artist in my city all lack this,i,i,i, said it,i,i i read it, i, i'm religious so i know you go regret it,in,in, due time my notebook will be a relic,its its, nothing you can ever say to me, my life is in my dreams that's the way its going a be,never let anybody tell you what that you coulden't see,book of poetry, how you know what i'm destined to be,the heavenly three, burning the fire of inner chi, meditating till your body can reach its new inner p,but you coulden't get it, cause you to busy thinking of me, that's the definition of yo fucking soul being captured, running over tracks like the 40 yard dasers