They tell me, "Man, I'm really feelin' ya passionite rhymes..
When's the album out?," I just tell 'em, "Classics take time"
I don't just sit around doin' nothin', waitin' for my ass to get signed
If you little fucks had atleast half of a mind
You would bow down, 'cause you see, the kid has arrived
And I swear, I'm one of the last real spitterz alive
One day, sold out concerts, the women'll cry
The groupies back stage beggin' to grab dinner with I
Haha, nah, I just want to make it on that list
And if you don't hear your name then- take it as a diss
Pun, Big, Nas, Em, Pac, and L
Jay, Rakim, Wu-Tang,....Rock The Bells
I can only dream of one day grabbin' that mic, and havin' that night
Devoted to my only true love: rappin', despite
The countless creative blocks I've encountered, I'm free
You hear that sound of a beast? Stomach growlin'? It's me
So get down on 1 knee, I'm hungry and it's time to eat
...and all you MC's lookin' like fine cuisine
