Chorus:
Who are you to say that I sound like crap,
when we all trying to elevate in this hobby called rap.
Who am I to say that I blaze like joints,
I only write these words to touch your soul and prove a point.
Who are you! (2x)

Verse 1:
Who are you to blame me for putting raps on here,
who am I to bring the thunder after the rain when my gat's in the air.
Who are you to say I can't drop lines like platinum artists do it,
who am I to flow nonstop forget drips like running fluid.
Who are you to judge my spit with a record like the New York Giants,
who am I the kid that'll still sit on 0-0 and rock any microphone appliance,
and bring it to ya face I'm so defiant.
Who are you to say I spit simple because you catch every verse from the dictionary,
who am I that real lyrical brother that come off and still make my fiction scary.
Who are you to speak on my concepts and if there is none,
who am I that nigga that flow sick like I'm in the restroom with a case of bad runs.
Who are you to talk about my art and every stroke the thought takes,
who am I the kid who gets criticized and scored like I bought rates.
Who are you to speak a word describing that my flows was weak,
who am I that boy that serve you heads like snow on the streets.
Who are you to say I don't use metaphors with like or as enough,
who am I the rapper who ain't afraid to see a mic, grab, and bust.
Who are you faggot niggas to think ya'll can come behind me and play Judge Hatchett,
who am I that rap man in Atlanta so type ya illest rhyme I'll step above it if not I'm guaranteed to match it.
Who are you to stop my thoughts from going on a rampage when they start rambling,
who am I that line pitcher that rolls on any corner like dice when them kids stooped down gambling.
Who are you, Who am I, totally different like whites and blacks in schools in 62' the opposites,
I got the key to this game ladies and gents. the show's over so get out because I'm locking it.

Chorus:
Who are you to say that I sound like crap,
when we all trying to elevate in this hobby called rap.
Who am I to say that I blaze like joints,
I only write these words to touch your soul and prove a point.
Who are you! (2x)

Who are you really, get a job like me and freestyle on these boards then you can talk, Holla!