INTRO (TALK) First of all. I'd like to welcome yall to a truly epic presentation of gamesternourmous proportions I mean. ..this just the intro..and all but if your intro ain't epic then what's the point of the introduction. ..you hear me... She sounds so beautiful don't she... Yeah. Plus i see you over there mr drumner...crankin sh**.... There's no place that I would rather be right now Than coming thru these speakers into your ears drums Blessing you with the thoughts and visions of dapoet So let me not keep you waiting any longer and warm this thing up real quick VERSE 1 Mic check one two increase the audio A throw back district cat shout out to dc Scorpio And the showman mike bowman he had me zonin You can tell I'm out they range when my thoughts get to roamin Empire status my mind have no fears And souls would have no rainbows if eyes had no tears So pain is love and love is pain And it pains us to fall in love with such corrupted games Zippin herb to spittin words selling crack to yelling raps Totin macs to flowing back at wack rappers who need a smack Thinking that they was fly Get snatched in my venus trap Wit the meanest raps Get under they skin like the ink in tats Drunk off power with a sober mind you know its time To call me your highness like J high clothing line When I'm focus I'm borderline so divine The way i flow a rhyme stick to em like a porcupine So won't u come reside in a whole nother stratosphere where mentally your channels clear and don't forget your battle gear We got to fight for what we having here CHORUS (TALK OVER) Yeah cuz if we don't fight then we don't win and if we don't win. ..we don't get the opportunity to take the world to new destinations Sing it girl Don't ever ever let em put u in a box Or dictate your artistic direction or Force you to adjust to their standards Let your creativity be limitless breaking boundaries So with out further a due I bring to you VERSE 2 Yeah....a gamesta and a gentleman whos cuttin out the middle men who dare to try to belittle him By putting me in a box They know I'm never fitting in I never paid attention while they riddle them wit Ritalin Staying on this mission til with greatness I'm a synonym Didn't have a pot to piss in now I'm sh**tin on em hindering They process of progress Cuz they do it sloppy Need to rap on walkie talkies all they do is copy With all that said I really think its too clear Rap don't need a new voice rap just need a new ear New face new destination and new place Same ole chef cooking up a new taste For a new day And a new age Same ole book just turning a new page To a new chapter as my crew capture That magic in a bottle as we wallow in the new rapture Mastered the craft they just wanna trap hard Talk tuff on beats as I'm ascending to a rap God Been a g gettin bands since the backyard