[Verse 1]
Comin’ straight out Genosha, gunpowder, smog, and it’s everywhere
Killin’ us, lungs fillin’ up we ain’t never scared
Even when we should be
Look at these Charlie brown yes men rockin' bobble heads, good grief
Baggy clothes rock a black cap backwards
In between the thugs and the backpack rap nerds
Yeah, we kill it ‘til it’s all the way dead
But then what? full moon: maybe it’s a sign
But on a tangent, fuck a cosign
I built my fanbase the old fashioned way with dope line
They ask why I’m so angry
Well, my IQ’s in the upper one percent
And ignorance is bliss so I’m pissed
Stay tryin’ to live, not simply exist
Don’t give a shit about your press clips or how hype you are
Are you an artist or a bear driving a tiny car?
Is it entertainment or revelation?
Is it escapism or is it elevation?
And of course, you can have both
But let’s be honest, you probably don’t
And yeah I’m sure you gotta lotta fans
That doesn’t mean you ain’t a lotta wack acknowledge that fact, holla back
We keep it radioactive that’s right
Your soundscan numbers ain’t higher than my half-life

[Verse 2]
So get fitted for a suit of flame, walkin’ through the rain, shoes ablaze
Guante, y’all know the username
Y’all know the URL, y’all know who’s to blame
Y’all know you can’t be neutral on a movin’ train
Put in work, paid dues, paid the cost
My one sheet? is two pages long
And the world is my headstone
Watch me carve this epitaph with the lead I have in my pencil
I don’t like rappers based on what liking them says about me as a person
I like ‘em for their verses
And I’ll buy your CD for its substance
Not because so and so said that you were something
Everybody’s something, the famous and the faceless
And you can find talent anywhere between those places
Fuck a placement, your reach is not the same as your impact
…it’s funny how many never get that
This ain’t a diss to the ones who got the networks
But your co-signs’ll never cover your net worth
To anyone who has entered an empty venue
And still tore it down, god bless you
Even if there isn’t one, listen to your callin’
Just don’t listen when they tell you that you’re awesome
Take caution
Just because the house got a fresh coat of paint don’t mean in ain’t haunted

[Verse 3]
Oh you got a little buzz, well I don’t give a fuck
And as a matter of fact, if you had ALL the fucks I don’t give
And lined ‘em up side by side
It’d stretch from the earth to the moon over seventeen times
That’s a fun fact, fuck a club track gimme a club, a blackjack
Or sock full of nickels in my backpack
…Chantz rocked the U-lock in the drawstring
And that’s a great metaphor for rap, let’s all sing
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
…probably not
And all the kids I came up with are probably shot
Probably got locked down by a cowardly cop
Hourly jobs are your destiny, struggle is your birthright
But look for me on the fifth day at first light
And I’m a ride at the head of the cavalry
Cut your boss’ head off then head off to Calgary
Ottawa, Vancouver, Saskatchewan
I’d go to Mexico but I’m afraid of tarantulas
Lo siento… but this song doesn’t have a dance
So do the runnin’ man, everybody taranta
From here to Toronto, whether you love la grasa
Or your nickname is flaco
You’ve made it this far underground? All right
Power up, I ain’t a boss, I’m a boss fight