[Sample]
I am in this room
I have the feeling of being everywhere
I move a billion miles with a club
Yet I am [?]
I am [?]

[Verse 1: Hons]
It's like "no way José", I listened to your tape
And I could write every verse to your album on my smoke break
Must be a joke mate, you forgot the punchline
Listen to it twice, I think you forgot the punchlines
Like "lyrical spiritual physical miracle
Spherical pinacle biblical ritual criminal"
Fuck that, I shoot myself in the face
Before a verse like that hit the shelf on a tape
[?] that long [?] you forgot the basics
The melody's great but man, you forgot to say shit
You takin' this to this
You paranoid that the music that you're making is shit
Now it ain't my fault that you're down yourself
'Bout that pop-star dream, bein' showered in wealth
That ain't ever gonna happen long as you're still rappin'
Get the fuck out my face, grab your bag and start packin'

[Hook 1: Hons]
Man, I come from a place where all of my mates
Have a [?] agree in a theory of face
Tell 'em no "Tell 'em no"
"Tell 'em no" I don't think so