[Intro: Tevin Carter & *Esé Michael the Mighty Maverick*]
Yeah
Rugged Ruler
Lyrical Assa**in
Make it happen
My wisdom
*I'm black*
All I do is try to achieve
*I'm black*
[Verse 1: Tevin Carter]
They don't want to see me on the top, for no reason
I can try to guap, try to make it so easy
These rap cats think they can shred these tracks
Matter-of-fact you're whack, you don't attack like Shaq
b**h I came with something that's better than yours
My wisdom is here, I'm just like Ghandi, boy
The way I kicks it, recognize that I'm with it
Trillest with it, kicking the schizophrenic raps to make you feel it
n***as shaking like they got Parkinson's
My raps is better than yours, you think you can f** with him?
I'm swinging like I'm Roy Jones or Floyd Mayweather
I'm untouchable, eating these rappers up like Lunchables
n***as mad at me, might come through with flashy cash, more swaggy sh**
n***as mad 'cause the illest spitting the realest sh** that'll make you see it
You've got to understand: I'm gifted
They asking me what I do it for
I say I'm trying to spit them peaceful visions, to make me feel like John Lennon
A metamorph-- like I'm Morpheus or Neo: I am the one
Like Jet Li, don't disrespect me, it'll be your last sin
I be that guy that you want to be
See me on the T.V. screen, like, I got big dreams
And I want to get everything, plus I gwap the cheese
And matter-of-fact you n***as can not even f** with me
[Verse 2: Esé Michael the Mighty Maverick]
Categorize me as a conscious communicator to these colleges
And college kids speak violent volcanic ashes in piles
I might murk a young goon with this microphone so swiftly
Catch a vibe, dip and dive, sob and sigh because they missed me
Momma saying that she miss me and my life before twenty
Confidence was iffy, daddy's f**ing jeans didn't fit me
True Religion didn't fit, your religions didn't fit me
So I had to rock with n***as that could see the god within me
I tried to teach my soul to ween off timid pacing cause everything's that's out of reach can't be taken while complacent
I changed up my game face and got the chains from around my waist
And f** a pill of any color, melanin makes up the Matrix
Let the f**ing stage, then let me take an exit stage left
Tevin Carter called a martyr, said "come lay out the arrangement"
You know I had to be more flagrant
You know I spit and I'm your favorite
You know the currency that I pay out is my word bond, affidavit
Godly imagery, size me n***ardly
The timid still going to see all the menace that your n***a be
It's wise to think but doubt a king, and you'll be on a losing streak
Without a ring or crown that blings, I'm still more who you'll never be
They say "he's cold, God raps and soul"
I tax the store, impact the flow
Y'all pack the bowls, I'll rap some more
This back and forth for laughs and gold
Rap and bring that lacking thing the cripples label imagery
I laugh 'cause scenes that I can paint are still looked at timidly
GOD
[Outro: Esé Michael the Mighty Maverick]
That's bananas!
Fake bonanza
And Tony Danza
Another stanza, n***a
*laughs*
I know y'all hearing me
Cultural Deities
Viracocha to the motherf**ing culture
*scuffs*