Music made headlines
Labels want air time
Family pushing and pulling
Old homies want free lines

Can’t be like I used to
This ain’t what I’m used to
One minute I’m chillin
The next I’m in rare booths

With legends I look up to
Spittin my hardest verses
Next to logic in the back room


Don’t push me
I’m close to the edge

I'm trying not to

Cut off these mutha-fuckas heads
Every situation
They’ll pass on my rhymes
But catch all of my information

I thought the process was to be original
They can’t do what I do without me
It’s like having identical
Twins

Stuck to the hip

Attack of the clones
Like Hayden Christensen

Rely on my Jedi powers
Just Call me Anakin

Sky walking
Over the fake
Authentic for the win

Actors and imposters
The real rap back
Snappin on beats killing these
Cyphers

Bringing real rap back

The second coming of a legend
Lyricism the weapon
Realism in every sentence
There is no comparison
Competition none

Mac daddy of these rap words
Kriss kross-in you on the court
Like I was iver-son

The elephant in the room
Big homie is coming through

You the little homie
Can’t fit into these shoes

I’m a muthafucking legend
And I'm Shitting in the booth
I’m a muthafucking legend
Clean up the mess when I’m through