Am I good enough? Or is good not enough?
I've had it, it's enough, I'm good with or without the love
You don’t know what’s good enough ‘till you know what’s mo’ than good enough
So, knowing me I won’t stop for enough
I’ll yell ‘till I meet the strange figures from the Knowing, cuz
I’ll sell my soul when the Sahara sees snowmen
I’m stacking them faces like a totem
Make enemies moveless like post mortem
Y’all create boredom, all I do is impress
Aura like a congress, mood stuck in depress
Environment like a con, yes, would luck be the best?
Feels like I'm crashing, Tiger Woods, fuck a debt
I'm higher up, though stuck up aint how I act
My soul intact, horrible days? Plenty more, indeed
I try to win, though, like Twenty-four, but it seems
That I'm different than what normal means
Or am I normal and is this just a different dream?
It seems that I'm on a different scheme
Writing and looking back how I ran and sung
I'm in the future, y'all are still stuck in the renaissance
Am I man enough, son? These days are slim
Seek ways to begin my days with anti-weak hymns
I won't break more than once, I aint Cissé's shins
My lyrical range is long like Jay leno’s chin
I’ll dismantle your eyes form your eye sockets and put them in your abdomen
Just to show you how hungry I am, no gomen
I’m not apologizing in Japanese, maharishi, please
Just meditate like a rendezvous in the past
This is Rashun, who? A.K.A I-Min in the past
Usually go by Zu, y’all are just fake ass con’s contacting wrong
Songs while connecting albums which y’all confuse for demo’s
I’m the man, yo, so, I’ll show how
In the hood they ask for ‘Key mo’..’ like cancer patients
Y’all the answer and I’m the solution for the lament patience
Hip Hop had on it’s terms
I’ll fuck you up and make you bitch taste my sperm
Your bitch is giving you a headache ‘cause she’s giving you my grain
I’mma do it my way, all day, every day
Y’all are just seven days, I’m a century leaping from may to may
I’m a decade of skills, you? You may decay...