Why does everyone want me to quit/?
Is it because they hate when I speak through my lips/
The are all disgusted by the way I speak/
I smell a hating reek when they say my rhymes are weak, but you still take a peak/
They know they want to hear my lyrical poems/
They really love the way my rhymes rap around them like a boa/
It’s obviously jealousy and anger/
They squish my rapped out papers and choke them like a strangler/
They say I suck when they don’t even rap/
When they rhyme it’s horrible so you should shut your trap/
I try because music is my life/
You don’t do shit except getting amusement and laugh out and die/
I ain’t ready I ain’t like you; I’m not ready to be a pussy yet/
To quit, be scared, and smell like fish when I’m wet/
I’m not something you fuck and don’t give respect/
I’m not some thing you fuck and left and then get neglected/
I’ll never quit as long as I’m alive and I have a mic/
And now I’m capable to write sick lines as my rhymes/
How many times do you tell me in History class to freestyle battle/?
I’m to high on a level compatible that you need 300 piles of 100 feet ladders/
Why should anyone care if I ever spit on the air for one year/
Especially, after they ridicule me with ridiculous swears/
Make fun of the pair of clothes I wear/
I pray to go to make it somewhere and you go to hell so mess with me I dare/
You’ll see me in the studio like it was my lair/
Where I can bare looking in the mirror after the rare shit I tear/
I’m so uptight with my rhymes I can’t sit in a chair/
We all need rest but not me because I hate to show no skills and that’s unfair/
I won’t make fun of you swimming up shore to become freemen/
I won’t call you a pussy for swimming upwards like semen/
I flow through your town like the oxygen inhaled/
I’m so hot that I broke down and weakened the ozone lair/
I have no more money in my wallet/
Because I make no money but, still I eat emcees like a cake covered in chocolate/
Look at how many brains got sparked/
Over night become smart from my bars/
I freestyle with two mics no mics I’ll even battle with my mouth stitched up/
I ain’t your dog you’re my mutt/
If anything I’ll make you bark/
I’ll make you feel like a bitch and walk you to the park/
For the record I told you I can’t freestyle, not in school or on a bus/
I’ll be like LL now hush you puss let me have time to bust/
Damn you only give me a second to rap like it is easy/
You guys want be to rap minutely, to daily, to weekly/
Unless I'm in the bathroom I don't take shit from no one/
I only rap I don't sing my raps as poems/
All my words get on paper/
I use the invisible ink so it comes up even later/
It to hard to understand my rhymes unless you really me/
The way I act move see and read/
Its never possible cuz I don't follow what u do/
I do my own thing cuz I ain’t you/
My rhymes are so clear and clean like Windex/
They’re spick and span so you can hear it/
People say, “It’s impossible to find him/”
But I live in a studio rocking my Phat Farm pajamas/
I make the impossible possible/
Like I make the unstoppable stoppable/
But I’ll make your brain cells like popcorn and make it pop able/
Problems that are unsolved, I make solvable/
You just been rocked like rocks that are un-rock able/
And I unlocked rap doors that are unlock able/
Look what happens when you listen/
I get your mom in place like my rap position/
And get stuff heated like your mom cooking in the kitchen/
Don’t get mad, just get surprised when I’m spitting/