Ay yo,
A ginuwine invention/ straight from correction/ words made connection/ ryhmes are perfection
A blinding light that was born from a spark/ Not here to conquer/ just to leave my mark
Seperation of mind and heart/ as far as the way that i bring it/ forced to spit it/ cause i was unable to sing it
Not the most gangsta nigga/ ....but still i'll leave ya tagged
My arsenal don't include a trigger/ ....just a pen and a pad
Leave you talkin bout the reputation you had
Now thats somthing thats real sad/ That your destined to lose
Me, destined for greatness/ options from which i can choose
Im sick of yaw preaching shit thats unbelievable
Steady claimin stupid shit like its conceivable
Thats why i only testify to the feasible
Stick to the believable
and leave you not breathin well