its how the kid uses an accent, the way that he talks fly
imitates a pimp with a limp when he struts as he walks by
its how he releases anger with a pen and some paper
releases venemous vapor, with his sinister nature
its how you always see the kid with his headphones blaring
nodding his head and vibing, aint no parents gon' tell him
nothin different, dont oppose his style, he knows he's wild, he'll just blow you off
if you hate he just go's ahead to brush his shoulder off
its how he's his own person, how he writes his raps
its how he's so certain of how he's right for rap
its how theres no doubt in his mind that he's destined to blow
its how the more shit he goes through, the better his flow
its how he gets a new record and you wont see him for a month
cause he's locked in his room listenin, learning every single punch
its how he flows, how he learns, how he rips,and how he rocks
its the only things he knows, its his love for hip hop