[Verse 1: ROB BIN$] Spittin' sins, sinfully as I'm commiten' em Wearing high hats as I crash in your ear drums Trashy rappers stay pickin up dirty crumbs Crumblin, mumblin, waitin' for the rule of thumb [Verse 2: ROB BIN$] Mower blade stuck' spittin out shards of gla** Staring at snakes sleepin' deep inside the gra** Sneakin past, as I don't see any contrast, and I stay put, craftin' cla**ics, as they stuck in cla** [Verse 3: ROB BIN$] Look, at 'knight' I grip onto mics' and hold a hook But during the day' i write raps, and read books Sly thiefs be stealin' rhymes and left shooked But there ain't no such thing as half way crooks [Verse 4/Hook: ROB BIN$] The homie said to me Don't worry bout your age You can be a dope mc' Just believe And the homie said to me You better get on the stage Or you will sink deep in the sea You'll see