[Produced by Thelonious Martin]
I'd like to say look at me on the microphone
But it's one I stole from school cos I couldn't afford my own
Probably due to all that Drambuie I be buying
But without it I would've never started rhyming, drunk freestlying
It was all a joke before it was all a dream
You can't box me in like the logo Supreme
So super supreme, so silly i mean damn
My lyrics stay harder than those 808's kicks man
When I started this rap sh** it was all a mirage
But I spent hours in solitude working on my beats and bars
Now I'm a fierce competitor, yes rapping is my forte
Making beats, I do it like girl talk, all day
Wanted to quit but I stayed positive like Magic
Stayed one hundred percent true, you can call me Blue Magic
Something new, I ain't used to rhyming in couplets
If you hate it s** sh**, y'all know I conduct sick
Can I kick it? Yes I can
My flow so retarded, b**h I am Sam
My flow get p**y its crazy like Eleanor Abernathy
My flow get money, that's why my clothes be rather cla**y
People call me Mike Henry, that's Cleveland Brown
Pretending to be something I'm not, that's John Gacy clown
But if I'm Cleve that makes me friends with Kenny West
G.O.O.D Music long distant cousin he just don't know it yet