(Verse 1)
The wild child, young kid with the old mind
Lyrically potent and every rhyme
Is a gold mine
I'm from the city where all you think is that white and blue
But if you look and see
The streets are red and hope is overdue
Overdose on music
I don't have it I'mma lose it
Man this life is so confusing
But these instrumentals soothe it
Uh
At the computer screen staring at these blank notes
Dreams and ambition
A mission of making bank notes
I ain't close
In fact I'm quite far
But they said I could be anything
And I took that to heart
Lord
I'm feeling aimless
All I wanna be is famous
But I still walk down the hallways and to half of them I'm nameless
Damn
But I'm the man
All I gotta do is make them see it
Don't talk about it you gotta believe and be it
See it
It only takes a couple dollars to make it to fame
But I'm relying on this talent to carry me mane
Writing these records they call me the rap thespian
Murdalizing these guys
And that's got us into the mess we in
Must be a little better
Popularity's growing
I'm mowing down all these rappers and
UOENO it
I'm Edgar Allen the poet
Revamped and I'm amped and going
Just watch I ain't ever slowing
There's alot I ain't showing
Uh
These people talking 'bout me
My appearance ain't all that
But never the flow though
They know I run that
Yeah
I'm hawking spitting venom like I got tuberculosis
Directing the game and all these rappers going with the motions
Get deeper than oceans
Emotions hurt when I told them
That they ain't saying nothing new
Already know them
Like Texas Hold 'Em I stack the chips
Who's gonna be the one to show them what this rapping is
What's happening
It's lackin' action
Ain't nobody going for each other's throats no more
I wanna see people get murked on the track some more
Said it before
I spit sick like cancer patients
No patience
Have these rappers shakin' like a bunch of Haitians
I was bred to be amazing
Always stay paper chasing
Kill everyone that is hating
Just to see looks on they faces
Bow!
Yeah...