I feel inspired, desire to be at metal War
close my eyes, verbalize modern-day folklore
lies cloud psyche, causing what might be
The failure of my text becoming a diary
The Real, Raw uncut pure material
I feel yo, I lost hip hop whole ideal
bookin it to escape the gun stutter speak,
my shit so unique, it's got it's owe stink
Verbal witchcraft, skill SO unsurpassed
but the roof feels more like shatterproof glass
An Emcee I'm the literal cents of the word
Clean off that mirror the image is only bured
See inside yourself, bypass the absurd
rep for the lost art of the Mic,
I'm like gundi starting a hunger strike,
Sounded like a good thought, guess not
I'll die with out my Hip Hop...Hip Hop!