[Verse: Josh Rogo] Listen They mad fake, so this is the last take Listen, in that case, I'm usain in this rap race Its sad that they always happen to fall into last place But now that im buzzing im getting love from my cla**mates They headed to the dangerzone, i'd rather bring that paper home Instead of second place I never hesitate to take it to em Best to leave these lames alone and stick to what I came to do And making tunes, but I feel the E is on now break it down When the beat is on, I throw my emotions in it Ain't no point of setting boundaries cause' I go the limit Flow ballistic, no better feeling then when my dome is switching Big headed Stewie Griffin, you probably just Homer Simpson My pride I had to swallow it, its down in my esophagus You following a scholarship to college, well my confidence Is polishing my sk**, my competition I demolish it Hes just another rapper to overlook em is common sense Well, at least I see myself from a different pair of eyes in a generation Where its harder to make it Yeah Rogo unconventional, chicks be on my genitals Or should I say my tenicles? my matter is professional That chatter unintentional, when you put on a pedistool, did this all on my own and I feel like mr. incredible, my syllables is celibate, ain't nobody effing with em Hoppin on these tracks and k** the rhythm with athleticism Damn, these long days are really getting to me, what would you be saying if you had to fit in my 10 1/2's Ha, well what would be the purpose if I had to end it now And just forget that I ever picked up a pen? I don't know, I don't know man I see you Big Mac Shoutout to the LM district champs baby! 2013 we in this LM to OC 215 to the 609 yup yup And we feeling so fine yup yup And I'm ghost