It’s like a, beautiful symphony listen we got a whole set, light to darkness bars met by full decks, we blessed by messages written in pen, inked and when you blink they let beauty blended unfold next, rhythm is given to boldness, folded up in a blunt that wasn’t rolled wet, my tale hasn’t even been told yet, my name hasn’t even been sold yet, I digress got passion but no stress, to dress fly wit a Rolex, a dream with a car, money, green, and dope sex, I flow to a different beat, love EZ E, and BIG cuz the best are so fresh, I represent 2, 1, 5 til I die, and you, want, me to survive cuz, I thrive forever in bright lights of pressure and my rap is never measured by hype, and that’s why, I’m measured by the letters I type, but I’m the type of guy who’s never denied when I take flight, and no lie, I wanna delight excite the appetites, and try to ignite a movement end the plight, rappin is too polite, and despite,the problem in the industry, I happen to really believe my name was meant for infamy, a beautiful symphony is made wit perfect synchrony, believed to be the best perceived indeed, unthinkably king and that’s a real decree, but first I need a degree, cuz knowledge reigns supreme, but college isn’t ever free I gotta pay the fee, can't get C’s, I see no weakness, dear lord jesus, can you please just teach us, I need a light tell me what the good lord preaches, Iogic and reason, leave it to me then, apply it to my rap and leave the whole crowd speechless, speakin unique and, I’m not a fucking genius but I think you should read this, ive exceeded everybody listen can you believe it, it’s the fuckin remix, I’m comin from the 2, 1, 5 til I die, and you want me to survive cuz, I got a passion I’m fast n a matter of fact I’ve been fashioned to rap in madness, I’m a bad ass cat, smokin hash in the back of the cab, I think ya better keep your seat belt fastened, neva gon last a fuckin second actin weak and passive, rappin for the jews, catholics, Buddhists, and Baptists, I’m on the map baby I’m happenin, like an image of a visionary so fantastic, automatic on a track got adjectives, alliterated I’m entertaining you but adiment, got a hatred of radio station music with static, erratic vocalization is wackness, them crappy MCs should practice, MDR’s is back in the 2, 1, 5, til I die, and you, want, me to survive cuz, I made beautiful music we out
