[Verse 1] Okay, first off, don't expect no deep sh** The world got enough tribulations, we tryna beat it We with the honors, but that's on the daily Grind right now, flows composed to entertain the mind Even so I'm still not an imbecile Anything I say is meant to lift you to the pinnacle At the same instance smack s**ers down Verbally, honestly I don't know why they f** around Delta time, previous business s**ers being tempted to crawl off into it They better chill cause I roll with a tight troop Forget their rap hits, obviously hot poop Yo, I'm flipping the steering, grand exposure in real time As I juxtapose hoses, stupid dough, more so, they can't repeat it In the telephone booth with broke boots, you sleeping [Interlude] *Snoring noises* Wake your a** up, wake your a** up. Wake your punk a** up [Hook] Delta time, smell my rhyme Diesel do it easily, they sell them shine [Verse 2] I could do sixteens or I could do monologues Similar to Rudy Ray Moore spitting rhymes galore Rappers ain't that sharp, test their IQ Stats say they quick to catch a case for trying to bite fools Plagiarism, say it isn't They created those flows, but something looks forced [?] while Diesel belittle 'em Hardcore, I see the gap between the illusion doors The tune serious, it spark your curiosity You ain't a boss if you ain't got employees so stop it please You mocking me, you oath, you ain't never been flame, boy On my rugged hardcore like my star flow Too edgy, too heavy, booth Betty f** the jibber, danger action, dude ready Power yearning, doors down, they forced out America's slang that's funkified from its source pound [Outro] Just get it from the source, stop f**ing with these imitators. I mean, really. It's a look. Terrible. Terrible look. Oh my God. Why squander, you roach? I got you