[Verse 1: Isaiah]
My freestyles' live and I'm the best in the booth
Women lie, men lie, numbers stretch the truth
But, mein, I don't give a f**, just trying to realize my vision
I ain't here for no bullsh**tin', success is what I envision
I don't speak with derision, I'm a true music maker
Seems that dissing in your writtens is defunct like Studebaker
All my rhymes designed for the movers and the shakers
In a world of Paul Bearers, I must be the Undertaker
Now back to Studebaker, keep it rolling like a wagon
I flow no circuit breaker, spitting fire like a dragon
So my bars are extra crispy, got a flow you can't imagine
And on songs I'm never lagging because rapping is my pa**ion, bwoy