Too many bodies with no heart /
So many portraits and landscapes but no art /
Im straight vexed, The sith lord /
with an "Order 66" for any clique that hates next /

I hate stress, fake niggas that say "yes" /
and rapping around you little pricks like Latex /
Gay press, Record industries handing you pay checks /
Fuck that, Im grinding from the bottom to the apex /

Label execs raping their artists like betrayed sex /
As if the direction was alright when it strayed left /
After my every breath is a paid debt /
To hold that Mic, I shed blood and break sweat /

Running from life wont escape death /
but Im selling Hip-Hop a lot more knowin that Ill make less /
I place threats like I play chess /
Flawless, and ahead of you by two-hundred great steps /

I think faster, my visual lyrical scenes /
outlast your digital screen captures /
Im giving you the original re-mastered /
Critical dreams? Cynical syllables see past it /

Too many actions dont follow what those preach /
So many rappers can see the stars, but wont reach /
This definitely destiny preciously /
pleasuring next to me, Yes it is extacy /

I see the ingredients of my lifes recipe /
reckoning ingenius weaponry restlessly /
Immediate energy streaming excessively /
Exceeding previous measurings of heating intensity /

Is leading the tedious legacy, seeded impressively /
Essentially the devious reason Im speaking impeccably /
Too many suns, not enough planets /
So many sitting on their ass cause they cant stand it /

You cant deny the shine of pro status /
Its the color of light, Everybody (knows/nose) white like coke addicts /
Aint a rapper want to fight with this /
Cause Im the fucking reason why life on the Mic exists /

Imma rip this track that flips back /
Like a gifted spaz that hits crack /
In the pitch black blinding the environment with rap /
You probably think its a question when Im saying its (Witch/which) craft /

Too many tell lies like they hide secrets /
Too many people make a promise when they cant keep it /
You had no choice, I was asked to live /
Now I can actualize your dreams with an adjective /

(PASSIONATE !!)

I trained just to master this /
What do you know about twelve hours of practicing? /
Battling the conditions without stopping /
Losing oxygen to the point you knock yourself out unconscious /

Then waking up back for more, its what I practice for /
Hip-Hop will never see my passion fall /
(Nah) I promise it, court is now in session /
So before you can say my name, you have to put "Your Honor" in /

Im bringing the best of rhythms, the lyricism of Judge Dread /
In my backyard Ill leave a mothafucking thug dead /
Crushed head by the power tools, Ill devour dude /
Just to give you a new meaning of (bloodshed/blood shed) /

Not to mention Im a true nerd /
Expanding my vocab would call for the invention of new words /
Superb developent of the skill /
in utilizing entire english dictionaries at will /

mentally, Technically Im sicker than any enemy /
this century recieving neural therapy electrically /
Im flipping the fastes felony lyrics across this melody /
and wiping out every memory by the use of telepathy /

Defeat the odds when my rhymes flow /
I could spit a verse that'll turn every African, Albhino /
Bars Im reciting for free /
Yetis got an entire cave dedicated to the sightings of me /

So picture that in progress /
Man, I body (rap/wrap) like the mummification process /
Prospects streamed from a higher conscious /
Alligned to my mind designed by extraterrestrial concepts /

Thus, Im complex /
Centered in the convexive content written in context /
So respect, I demand to have it /
I worked hard to achieve everything that you were handed fagget /

Im all of what you shouldve been /
Im Rocky Balboa after Adrian advocated he "Couldnt win" /
Through the tears, Through the fear, Through the suffering /
Victorious in the fifteenth round against the Russian /

"No Pain, No Gain", Im goin the distance /
This very instance to prove my visions can make the globe change /
To the Golden Age of Hip-Hop again /
And with nothing to lose, I can only opt to win /

My hearts in this, Nobody can stop this shit /
Im dropping the exact opposite of the Apocalpse /
I could eat a bowl of Alpha-Bits /
and shit out harder lyrics than what you niggas have got to spit /

The voice of the primetime, from the East Coast /
with Joey, Joelle, and Royce Da 5'9" /
Monster with the (Inc/Ink), Mike & Sully knows this /
I even get respect in the West where everybody backs "Crooked" like /

Scoliosis, spitting atrocious, devotions /
to getting ugly when the brain in my skully is focused /
For one-hundred bar verses,
While everybody sleeps, Im at the drawing board working /

They wonder why? Well, youd understand /
if you were the only dog "Reading Rainbow"s like LeVar Burton /
Since you believe "What goes up must come down" /
Explain to me why Im in fucking outerspace floating around /