[Verse 1: PHLOW]
Do re mi starting on a high note
Took a bout a minute to own it on
Man I'd been feining to scratch that itch like a vinyl
Tidal waves I been flowing since I had pens like a paddle
Or motored my boat or a
Chopper
Don't push me that's improper
Chops on my beat some veggies I do this proper
Hard knocks ,more like I kicked the door down
And made myself at home up in this game
Like this ain't your house
Been curious since my adolescence
So I let the sessions and the lessons lead to common sense
Nas and some Slick Rick thrown in a little Kendrick
U know the sort rap that was jus rap I'm not a critic
I take the Critique as compliments
It means u made at least a wrinkle on they consciousness
Optimist yeah I'm Raising the bar(s)
Giving em space I'm taking off while I be gazing at stars
[Verse 2: CYCLONE]
It was all a dream and it still is
Grinding on the thousands hoping for millis
Where my next meal is bruh I'ono what chill is
Cos the pepper gats rest talking red hot chillis
Now the deal is
Stay gutted like i took out where the gill is
Pull the mirror out remind myself what real is
Dear mama, I hope you feel this
Cos aim of it all is to ball till we don't care what the bill is
See I don't spit useless I spit useful
Keep the young minds mature and mature minds youthful
Cos God is the DJ, man is the emcee,your life is the record, do not live it empty
But Don't get it twisted yall ain't contortionists
Mc hammer dope see, none of yall can touch on this
None of yall can beat this, bloody percussionists
Lets play the blame game to whom shall I apportion this... sickness