[Spoken Intro]
A visionary, a person who sees visions; a person with unusually keen foresight; a dreamer. Some see a visionary’s ideas as unpractical or unrealistic. But a visionary such as myself considers these ideas, and visions, and dreams as just the beginning of something great. Sort of like the link in the chain of events that leads to something historical or monumental. And this mixtape is just the first chapter. My opportunity to show and prove, and open up all these close-minded ass n***as. I’d like to thank you, and I wanna ask you to enjoy

[Verse]
Welcome to the mind of a visionary
Take a second to adjust to my intellect
80 minutes full of words of a genius
You might wanna take a trip to your Kitchenette
Get your popcorn popping, light a cigarette
Grab a comfortable chair and relax
Cause what you’re hearing’s like a script to a movie
Projected in your ear when you listen to the tracks

You’re probably skeptical
You’re probably minutes away from cutting me off
Like hair on your testicles (He ain’t respectable)
But I promise a couple of years from now
This tape will be a collectible
I’m dissecting you
I’ma open you up to intellectual lyricism you never knew
With resurrecting a form of a broke no-name n***a with dope [thoughts?] in a throat that evokes propane

Unsigned Hype, you should come sign twice
Just pay me your attention as a one-time price
Hating ass n***as, you are pretty much weak
Like 11:59 on Sunday night (Sunday night?)
If that went over your head, then you are not the type that could touch my mic, yeah
And my skin’s kind of dark
But my future in the game is sunshine bright
Mentally I’m iller, I was meant to be a killer
And my heartbeats are instrumentals sent to me from Dilla
I’ll never make a Thriller and I’ll never be a Jay-Z
I’m satisfied enough that you took the time to play me
I think I was born at the wrong time
I belong when Biggie, Jay, and Nas was all signed
Before there was iPods, before there was online
Instead of their jocks you would be probably on mine

Instead I’m like a snake in a rat race-ing n***as I would eat
Got me slithering in last place
All cause they got a little cheese
But as soon as they try to breathe I’ma swallow their careers whole
Eating samples like I’m walking through Costco
BJs and Sam’s Club, I’m amped up
Like I’m making a toast with an energy drink
If that went over your head take a second to think

I got a notebook in my head
And I flip it to the next page whenever I blink
But enough about me, let me thank you
For doing one thing that I can’t do
And that’s listen to me from your point of view
So I'ma dedicate every single joint to you
And my joints ain't bad, no arthritis
But when I write it it's an art
Like Langston (Hughes), let the tape spin (Boom)