[Verse 1 - Atim]
There is a war going inside my mind
I used to think I was prodigy, even wrote a prophecy
Now I look back thinking that is was comedy
Hop ain't the type of fight you wanna be in
They prol'ly think of some sick gimmick, let me tell you
May already have a twin, they've been there, done that and now they're a has-been
I mean it's cool that you think you dope
But you're the type of guy that will prol'ly drop the soap
They type of psyche that'll tie the rope
When given a obstacle you'll cry and sulk
Ask for help, that's a heavy predicament
But how comes me and most underground rappers are skinny little pricks
Who ain't got enough to eat
I mean I'll rap slower for you to understand
If you think I'm deranged why don't you come and let it share
[Verse 2 - Atim]
I know I caused havoc, am I proud of it? No
sh** happens, such as my career being in a casket
But I don't panic
It's the revival, a spiritual awakening
Don't think cause I've come back I'll be label-ing
That's the reason I quit and I ain't ready to commit
Some rappers get a lucky spit
Another pawn to transmit a demonic message
I'm hear to teach a lesson that will leave a typical n***a breathless
Cause the white boy acting racist
My sh** may come off offensive and old ladies think I'm senseless
And moms beginning to really get defensive
"Cause that Atim careless"
If I was would I be rapping about real life though
"He just trying make some doe"
I ain't here to impress little white girls
I don't look like malik, it would magic to get Atim
On cover of TV Adverts
All I really wanted was to sell concerts
To get my message across I need to subvert