I heard their chitter chatter like "Soul be acting foul"
All holier than thou while they hold the golden cow
No minerals or vitamins, that ain't gonna feed ya
We live in an environment where Rap is anesthesia
So don't be afraid of what I'm offering you
I just got a couple questions like I'm audio two
Like what's it gonna take for me to be the top billa?
But what's the [bad word] point if I can never work with Dilla?
We went from [bad word] schooling it to just YouTubing it [bad word] your website and the [bad word] that Googled it
I want to make music and them panties drop
But leave the braindead chickens at the candyshop
You see I ain't the kind of dude that they sweat so hard
I push a 2009 yellow Metrocard
And if I'm talking 'bout you, then bless your stars
Cause if you don't face the [bad word] then you get no scars
From cuts to [bad word]  my flesh is a road map
Between then and now and I wish I could go back
To the little kid that always had the biggest mouth
And say, "I know it's hard, but you really gotta stick it out"
One, two, three, Mississippi
Four, [bad word] on, get with me
Six, seven, heaven won't lift me
nine lives for the shifty
Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten
It's like ten times a day, I pray for something more than a bitter end (repeats)
It's like ten times a day I play the janitor
Sweeping up the stairway to heaven clutching the banister
And each step's a mile high
So I ascend with deep breaths and wild eyes and never lose my stamina
Whether God exists or is just a fraud or myth
He better tell me what to build before the [bad word] water shifts
I was named for my grandmother's very young brother
Who was shot and buried with others in various clusters
He was slain at sixteen, so while you play with sixteens
I'mma always hold it down for the weight of his dreams
Painting lush hopes with [bad word] strokes as thick as curvaceous hips
And praying when it dries, it's as lovely as their nakedness
I ain't ever made a switch like autotune abusers
This is 1995 colliding with the future
Maybe I ain't got the kind of style that you're used to
I've been writing since the crying of the rooster
Wake the [bad word] up