Treatinm getting gigs and shows wit da little sonnyboys.
Come with da weak slapstick-shit, kid - Im a rap-acrobat
with flows close to those of blood runninm too hardcore.
My beats blast speakers, got kicks with more peaks like Pandora.
Bass-overdose, my 808 goes ...
layin low neighbours, bringin down walls.
Yt need a band, s what I got for wack new-jack-fake-ass-acts.
Step up! No one can stop me rising to the top.
I got and sound I want and whole world to listen to
Ive written,
leaving clown-rappers bleeding if they won around with faces frowned.
Now Iem my sound! Check it!
If your systemt understand the words I say,
still my beats are 3D, music you could feel.
Now wont get through without a video.
Got no clip - got no hit.
Heavy rotation ains the industry, not the quality of your song.
Youll zap away
give me the mic and Im here to stay.
You knew, I would be coming for you,
but some will never quit and stop.
So, I gotta prove who will stand there in the end:
only me and my crew and a few,
who .got and sound I want and whole world to listen to