*Clears throat*
Yeah
They already hear the beat man and know what the deal is, I ain't gotta talk to much
[Verse 1: Mikey Tyner]
I'll never let em box me in that's why I choose to do it different
Cus time is how you spend it, and I ain't cool with just existing
Dropping every year, ain't no such thing as too consistent
But really how many beats I gotta body before you listen
Been at it for a minute now, progressing at a fast rate
Remember back in them days, we used to rap while we pa**ed jays
Screaming "fu*k CLASS" we trying to graduate to back stage
Tho the ma** is mad late and rap was in a bad state
They all laughed cus he had faith
Then I blessed em with that last tape.. yeah
[Verse 2:]
Check
And when all you got is style, they can never take it from ya
That's bout as hard as critics trying to place me in a genre
Im a monster, young legend standing right amongst ya
And if you can't hear the hunger, n***as must be lacing ganja
Rappers trying to come to terms with the fact no one's concerned
With them stories you tell, cus they boring as hell
Im snoring bumping myself, prolly twirling a el
If you don't know me well enough by now these verses for sale
Yeah, k** it then I dip out, with cla**ics, not the quick route
" The Purple Cow" blowing purple clouds bound to stick out
Cus I ain't trying to fit in with what's important today
I pray to stay fresh and never grow old like Dorian Gray
Instrumentals running away, but I got much more to say
So stay tuned for the next up, I gotta be it, fess up
If rhyme sayers feel different tell em put they bets up
And tell me where to pick the checks up
b**h..