[Verse 1: Jarv]
Yo, I’ve been up in it a minute
And now I’m beginning to lose my patience
But that don’t mean that I’ll in any way
Be reconsidering my vocation
I’m doing it because I love it and buddy
That bit ain’t about to be changing
But once in a while I just need a reminder
To tell me I’ve already made it
When thinking about all the people
That’s living in terrible situations
I’m reminded I gotta be thankful
I don’t gotta be getting all the praises
Everyone can’t be on top of the planet
And damn it, I can’t be complaining
Maintaining and underground haven a tape at a time
I’ll be taking a page and then making it rhyme
I’m fine minus the limelight’s guidance
I’ll design my finest lines with the fires of applied science
Fly shit coming from inside your box
Busting’ outta the center of my skull and crossbones
Flow be disgusting
And they bite it and get all the credit
My homie recognized it and said it
“Man, these lines taste like Escargot”
Ha, what a shocker
I probably oughta cop a rocket launcher
And then pop off at all of y’all Jarv imposters
But then and again, fuck it
I’ll forget about it and keep it moving
Killing this music, showing and proving, building a movement
Skills improving with every rhyme I write, kid
It’s the sleeping giant keeping these MCs quiet, y’all-
[Chorus: Jarv]
Can’t say shit about this Hip-Hop
Can't- Can’t say shit about this Hip-Hop, they just
Can’t say shit about this Hip-Hop
Can't- Can’t say shit about this Hip-Hop

[Verse 2: Jarv]
Once in a while I can remember the day when I begin this rapping
And what I was feeling inside of my brain
And then what it was ended up happening
I can remember the weather
The way that the room had been decorated and the grade I was in
What was on television
The color of ink in the pen I was grasping?
Blue; Who woulda knew I just stumbled upon this eternal
Method of putting my heart and my soul
Into rhythm by flipping these words yo
I couldn’t even begin to imagine
The feeling that baby Jarv woulda been having
If he’d have known when he got older
He’d pick up a mic and ignite and inferno
I remember the journal
And how, when I got it I thought it was girl shit
It was a holiday gift and I thought to myself
“What I do to deserve this?
I want a video game and a mini-bike
You really don’t have a clue what a kid would like
I wanna do anything but just sit and write
It really doesn’t seem worth it”
Perfect, it sat on the shelf it was submerged in
Waiting to be unearthed, it seems simple on the surface
But thinking about it I can’t even fathom
How different it all would have been
If I never had opened it up out of boredom
I picked up a pen and was given a purpose
[Bridge: Jarv]
I’m a high roller
I’ll crush you like a bolder
Sucka, you ain’t cool man
You so stupid, seems like you
Never even went to school
Fool, what you trying to do?

[Outro: Jarv]
Can’t say shit about this Hip-Hop
Can't- Can’t say shit about this Hip-Hop
Can’t say shit about this Hip-Hop
Can't- Can’t say shit about this Hip-Hop