When I put my mind to it, to do this music I’ll do it
Ain’t nobody stopping me I’m moving you can’t put a stop to it
I’m like a spinning wheel spinning but you can’t stick a pole through it
I know it and after you’ve heard it be left wishing that you knew it
To do this, you gotta be an expert lyricist, to spit the shit I spit is sick
Like I’m illest of the illest, the realest of the realest, most twisted of the misfits
And hit you with my lyrics like these hip hop beats have fists
You’ll miss it, when I come at you with quick wittedness, and run you out the game like companies out of business, what is this, it’s weirdness to hear this it’s incest, the stress it’s causing you like a big swarm of little pests, and guess what’s coming next it’s top spot for me now, can‘t even see me from your spot and there ain’t no getting me down, I’m like a king sitting on the throne and wearing a crown and bowing down to loud shouts of thousands in the crowds HAHA!