[Verse 1 :]
Said my style be wild like wild style
The foul child from the underground so bow down
The articulate , wait a minute you couldn't mess with this kids dream if you was sleeping on him so pay attention
I'm tryna blow up not like the world trade center my mind with light had to find that shine with my sight So you should always have the slight clue when ya niggahs wanna fight with or without you cause i'ma be the best out I peep my inner view so don't need to question that in the interviews just give me 1 or 2 years and i'm guaranteed to surpass my peers til then i'll be eating these rappers like ross with pears with a pair of pencils , they try to get his mental stenciled but I always got the box cutter to keep these critics lips to stutter so fuck yo credentials


[Verse 2:]
Said no more lacking no more lacking I gotta get it on my own fuck college the only thing i'm packing is my rhyme book til i'm stacking from rapping these niggahs is trapping or trapped in a trap i'm tryna make it out the hood not to stay where i'm at follow the future that I envision if you can't see the bigger picture niggah don't follow my vision just straight precision with the pen so I never miss better wish the these 16's don't murder ya Sweet dreams or get knocked out sweet dreams now you can really see stars above ya head ya squad ain't catching bodies niggah they all playing dead cause I ain't tripping if you cross me like a Crucifixion cause ya crews is fiction i'm just finger itching to grab that pencil & write these rhyming words off my mental & put them on a track , art is art creativity will never kill this cat