[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