Verse 1
I just want to complain about rappers who complain about rappers
Who complain about actors, who complain about actors
Who complain about rappers being actors
This is the reenactment of thuggin', lovin the freedom that the
Public gains from public a**istance
You see me EBT ballin at Walmart, all up in the system?
I'm either in the trap or rappin' that boom bap
So confused, what to do with this brick in my backpack?
My Zoes tell me “Cee, rap in Creole n***a”
Young gorillas lookin up to me like Cimos n***a
My south dudes tell me “Stack C-Notes n***a”
Nowadays there ain't much that's below n***as
Get ya black power on, can't be more realer
Or tap dance for radio, so you can see those figgas
Figure deal me? What I'm speaking is the truest yet
I'm William Hung trying to do my best
On the bubble n***a, you can get your noodle wet
B-Tone bangin out tracks, I'm a do the rest
Haters wanna bench Cee? I'm a start doing sets
Raise the bar and I ain't talkin what I do to flesh
I'm incredible
Verse 2
Got a license to bartender, the valet's get hyped when my car enters
I walk around wit the humility of Christ and the patience of Jobe
The stamina of a Kenyan, I'm a farfetcher
A go-getter plus my team be some law stretchers
Firearm possessors, one in the dresser
Does that impress you? Y'all be lovin that hard sh**
But I'm a show you how to speak to God, kids
Regardless of race, s** or faith
The Kingdom is within, the powers are in place
Hip Hop is tainted, they reigned in the most profound
But even the World Trade ended up back underground
You got thuggin' on the brain, just go for the bread
I'm like luggage on the plane, I'm over ya head
So how can I complain, I'm coping instead
I'm copasthetic with the fame, you just smoking them regs
That's incredible
Verse 3
Breeding sanctioned by Napoleon created a monster
To control that Capitalism divides and conquers
We need Toussaint's encore to fight Blanka
The sword has been stronger than the mantra
So I encite riots with bias, to split a nation might as well fight fire with fire
The crowd askin me “Why is a giant, concerned with the affairs of lions and bisons?”
I tell em to avoid malnourishment, monitor the food chain remain George Muresan
Back in the hood again, talkin the blues
Credit my rap style all to the shoes
Often I alter my muse, I see words and beats as shapes
Hooks are light, combine em as a leap of faith
Love money you could never have a cheaper date
Circle small, Cee don't see the snakes
I foursquare on the road to success, I'm the best
I fly the coop when them birds start to nest
I get to fighting when the verbs don't mesh
I'm Will Smith at Kinkos, the prince stay fresh, yes I'm incredible