[Verse 1: Nick Vig]
The real is out I'm banging on my chest the gorilla is out
Never flinched when the critics doubt I just keep moving
Keep grooving, improving sk**s
Barely have my fair share of sk**s but my gut never fail me
I'm feeling dominate, the ladder is tall but I'm climbing it
My lane I'm finding it, I'm rhyming it you know what time it is
I'm prominent, don't you ever get confused
Want a house as a continent, big enough to make the news
They hit snooze, but I'm 'bout to wake your a** up
I don't like beef, but you can get it if you act up
You probably won't respect me until I go and get my cash up
So, I'm gonna make my money stack up hoe
Wait a minute, this ain't close to my pinnacle
That's probably why my flows oh so cynical
And I can feel that hate man, I'm around identical
You all do the same sh**, drink, party, smoke, it don't make sense
This right here is patience
This right here is hours in the basement
Cooking up some sh** so you can taste it
This is basement, that crack flow
We coming, coming, coming, through the back door
And trouble hearted you can stay the flow
And with the clothes on my back I even made a rope
I used to blow smoke just to be cool, but I deaded that
I would rather write music instead of that
My heart is on my sleeve just to show you I'm red and fat
Stop bleeding on this track, right now, and I pedal back
The times I was lost, confused, broken and bruised
And even the times I had to blues without clues
You couldn't fit in my shoes, you lame dudes know it
All you do is rap man I'm a true poet
I'm a true poet
Yeah, yeah, I'm a true poet
Your style I invented it, your truth you bended it
Your car you got you rented it, stop acting like you f**ing spended it
I'm just talking sh** homie