Team Backpack - To Each His Own lyrics

[Verse 1: Suburban Truth] My flow is deep like the ocean It gets specific I'm the microphone choker The best to grip it To each his own, but I think I'm the best implicit Cause I'm like a calculus teach I test the limits But there's no cheating The person that bite's the enemy My answer key's 280 kilobytes of memory Word Cloudy-headed rappers Are too lazy to make more I'm 250 verses deep I brain storm Then I stream the competition Drownin' in my heavy flow No floatin' in my social stream of consciousness'n That's a favor They were dyin' of thirt The proof of my spirit's lyrically High in this verse But the storm's clearing And the levels have gone down So maybe you shallow rappers Can finally keep up now But Keep your head up My pencil never let up And like a broken mechanical pencil Never lead up