I choose to not flow just like the mainstream//
Just 'cuz I don't, y'all fuckers choose to hate me//
But lately, when the spit drops, the shit's hot//
Originality is the definition of hip hop//
Face it, you're basic, my style's not cynical//
Just an individual who's goal is to stay original//
Hip hop is king, show some respect bro//
Make your chest fold, whack rappers feel the tech blow//
As real hip hop music leaks through my headphones//
Spittin' butane as the punchlines bruise brains//
If he's hatin' me, i'll bring the dude pain//
Who's lame? I'm slamming ya with lyrical stamina//
Me behind the mic? Couldn't picture it with cameras//
Standin' up for this hip hop revolution//
How this shit clogs the airwaves is global confusion//
Producing this blueprint, the fusion of music//
Too sick, rappers get trapped in caskets//
Lyrics are blades, i'm graspin' on hatchets//
I flip the script, 'cuz my styles acrobatic//
Y'all niggas know who I be, THE KING, Enigmatic//