Most street level soldiers can’t handle my quotes
But scholarly folk say my vocab is dope
Catch me in the function pushin limits like asymptotes
Fruity swag rappers talk sweet - where’d the passion go?
Yeah - White boy with two left feet
But hip hop speech is how I make ends meet, peace
To anybody who show loved or showed up
To one of my shows, yo that shit hits home bruh
This one’s for you to show it wasn’t in vain
There’s a hip hop marathon that runs in my veins
Still I proceed with caution, this could end up like Boston
Trusting these hoes is faux pas in to my doctrine
Watch for impostors, conglomerate mobsters
Provocative blondes, and them crooked ass coppers
Word - It’s a world full of monsters
‘fore you go out put your mask on first
