[Verse 1]
George Soopacrzy, I'm Soopa, no Lois Lane
I stay in my lane, "The Intellectual", that's self proclaimed
My mind was Calamity Jane, but physically calling me Django
A slave who's pointing these guns, but they wanna run, it takes two to tango
I knock some sense up in their heads to make em change
To getting these dollars bills of Benjamin's, now tell me who's making it rain yeah
I'm full of myself, I mean I'm really feeling myself
I mean I'm just a teen, by any means, infatuated with wealth
I want the fashion, the high end, or king, just calling me Highness
King George, im bringing the force, better back up man or get the Heisman
Poser, get closer, red or blue pill, nigga I'm Neo
Don't play tricks in my matrix, cause i might go serial
And kill all these brothas lyrics bro, doing that really ain't harming me
And I don't rap fast, but I rap fast, and I'm still bone thug with this harmony
Harmonize, open ya eyes and notice me, or die quick
Or die slow, a good way, you die hard on a good day, and all I gotta say is touché
[Hook w/ Kenzie FromWelly]
We running, we running, we running, we running
Chasing an endless dream, hoping we catch it to become something
Making no assumptions, cause this music's never promised
But I promise, I'mma keep going on, man I'm never stopping
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[Verse 2]
The only thing I have to fear, is fear itself
I'm being myself, by bringing this knowledge, and tryna subsume it into your health
You better come welcome it, embrace it, if the shoe fits, then lace it
Runaway when you lace it, and race to the finish, finish til you make it
See, this far from basic, I'mma keep going til I reach home base man
Young star in the making, I made my mind read these animations
That gave me the blueprint, the green light, just to go far
It's golden, so I'mma go hard, while these other dudes, they go soft
Young dude, nineteen, black and wild? Most likely
But I'm nonchalant, I'm no "Einsteen"
And these dudes are squares, I'm an emcee
And they envy, anybody with a mic, call my nigga Mike, Tell him kill em on a track please
And no athletes, and they mad cause my flow be running fast like a track meet
We got these dudes racing for their fate
We Nicholas Cage em, cage em in and remove their face
Too quick for the track, that DNA can't even trace
You wanna attack? I battle rap and spit this mace
[KRS-One Outro]
