[Verse] Making dope raps, yeah that's my job, got a lotta hope, gotta give me props Tryna cop money and the honey's, too lyrical for these dummies, hustle in the lab real mighty Usually smoking, writing in the Jeep, suddenly people start to notice me Aphrodite's really like the deity they see, wack emcees are sorta like refugees When they see the fighter hit the scene, improvising, visualizing possibilities Minimizing hostilities, realizing enemies are no friend to me Staying up all night, working with incite to expedite the process, progress is flawless Give shortness of breathe, to haters with threat See I'm really tryna be the motherf**in' best I suggest you get your bars up, cause I'm spreading havoc, express, f** dread, I'm too manic Shake the planet with aggressiveness, it ain't selfishness, it's just common sense Im dense like a nug from my dealer Don't need a feature when I'm spitting these feelers Now I'm a teacher to writers tryna think deeper, I'm the grim reaper and this game is a keeper I live an unpredictable life, I'm so respectable with the mic Yes I give Hip-Hop so much light And my mind is bright and fresh like a sprite, misapplied artists don't need limelight! Man don't you know that your lyrics are pathetic, don't you know that I'm so poetic? Can you keep up with the pace, I'm in a race, brace for disgrace My dream I embrace every single day Insane in the studio, remain making audio My brains intangible, mellow when I'm smoking doe Tragic foes don't get hoes, on the f**ing real yo, ain't gonna stop my name, if it goes radio Weiser's a different breed, in this game of misery, chase victory, my delivery's treachery I ain't taking no breaks, I might mistakes Making my way to the top, no time for any snakes Brutal ideas come out my equilibrium Futile ideas can't match Dan Weiser's thump Worried much haters run, while in the same room as us If you're becoming one, thanks for the views and such I want a fan base, getting one would be clutch Light the dutch, while I'm chilling, eating brunch