Lyrics: Alexander Robinson
Music: Jayquan Page
From Michigan to VA, back wit the bomb shit like it's D Day, I paid my dues usin a pre paid, they told me kill the beats and then cremate, me and J R rackin' up the points we -Stephen and Klay see we impress and amaze like-Griffin wit the Clippers, lineup the instrumentals they end up catchin this fade, tell the promoter set the stage for it to get set ablaze, forever great you barely can find a better grade of an al-mighty emcee- highest degree-rap level ivy league you at ic-dc, everyday is school now settle down I'm teachin, bars of gold that flow reminiscent of Egypt that's ruled by Pharoah, it's thorough, feelin' second to none but really doe I'm technically second to zero, a hero wit a split personality as a villain feelin' like- -how do you save rap when you killin wit it
Put ya mutha****in hands up...keep ya mutha****in hands high...keep that mutha****in volume up...keep that mutha****in volume high...
Don't compare me to ones who neva last, I put in my best effort that's why they check for Tag, do it for love but still I'm after a check to cash, my drive is without a limit when you check the dash...stand tall I'm proper wit the posture, tryna gain weight I got my lady cookin' pasta ya heart ain't really into Hip Hop you an imposter I bless a booth and out rhyme an entire roster defyin' odds tryna put a stop to the garbage like black nominee actors boycottin' the Oscars, monster entendre on a cusp of arrogant and pompous, my arrow is up due to confidence, each fan of mine is an accomplice, dominant like Dominique in Atlanta wit a hops advantage Tag Bambaataa rockin' ya planet, settin off alarms in case you was tryna sleep word to Janet