It's not a walk in the park, it's called dedication And only very few understand the frustration It's patience required when you're faced with desire to be the best Believe, it takes a while for styles to manifest Some fools think that it happens overnight, not quite It's time and effort that you have to put into the mic Man, I've been influenced by older heads that you ain't even heard of They'll eat you up in seconds on the mic with half a paragraph I have ideas and traditions they pa** onto me That's why I can't adapt to some of this bullsh** monotony My style's unreachable, outer space, like astronomy And all these local cats coming up can never catch onto me You're on some little kid sh**, dawg you need to man up I'm way above your head, like Jordan back when he would slam dunk And I'm like {?} cos I always got a pen on me Apparently, it be the only thing I need as weaponry Slicing through my enemies like samurais I steadily sharpen up my blade to the point of a new extremity Thinking you got mad sk**s, dawg, but you ain't got none Thinking you got mad dope songs, but you ain't got one Fools be taking shots at me, but yo, I know they fake it Cos when I say "Wa**up?", they claim it's a general statement You know who you are, and if you don't, then I ain't speaking to you Your a** should feel lucky I ain't sell that f**ing feature to you Dawg, who the f** you think you're messing with? Lino Skywalker is not the cat you want to go against I'll come at you any level, street or professional The only tip [?] is right below my testicles And I don't really seem care what people say now A visionary said it best, homie, just leave my name out The same peeps that showed you love may be the ones that hate now And they're probably the second dopest cat you know from K-Town On A High Note be them boys, wa**up?