[Verse 1: FR33STYLE] Working on raps 'til three in the morn - U.O.E.N.O. it Writing 'em all down 'til my wrist is sore - U.O.E.N.O. it They told me it was the wrong path, but I didn't stop I dove further into that hip-hop Got lost in my own world when the ba** knocked Waited in anticipation for the ba** drop My friends like "What do you listen to that for?" Setting me up to fall through the trap door "Do you hear it? The lyrics ain't worth crap!" Didn't matter I'd just listen to Em rap more That's not to say that I don't agree It certainly can be a little sketchy But I still move on with no regrets see More often than not, the lyrics catch me They pull me in, see me through Give me insight when I don't know what to do Lay it out, it's a simple truth And I'd take it to heart each way to school So I traded in my poem book And gave rap my own look But now what'll it take to get you to listen Do I need gimmicks, do I need a vision Should I change my voice, or switch up the rhythm? "Just follow these steps it'll be so simple" They tell me that, but I'm not so quick To give up my stance and get caught in the middle Yet they come in and dance sarcastically "You ain't black man, what a catastrophe!" Making fun of me while I'm making my masterpiece Truthfully, I need some faster beats I rap better than half these rappers every time times three It's automatic and it's tragic if you ain't in line with me Swear, it just happens to happen when I ride the beat 'Cause I heat up every track to 105 degrees But if you dismiss it, it doesn't really matter to me It's your decision - you can leave it or you can ride with me I'll just kick back and continue to rhyme with ease Laughing at my haters 'cause they're comedies! I've been rapping for years man - U.O.E.N.O. it Should've opened your ears man - U.O.E.N.O. it