Hey
Microphone testing, testing
You playin´ politician, you Martin Sheen on The West Wing
Guessing the best thing for me to do is spit it

This shit is never a gimmick, you listen more than a minute
I´ve been spittin´ flows since the kid was six-years-old
And if you listen close I´ll do this like some mismatched clothes
It´s whatever, put it together, you never could be this clever
I´m rockin´ the mic forever, you gonna stop me never
I´m cocky, because I love it, you Rocky without the punches
Hockey without the ice, and boxes without the lunches
Flowin´ like me, no one and that got you mad, bitch
Saw your boys are nothin´ but just a-verage
I ain´t tellin´ nobody how they should live their life

I got my own shit to deal with, so that just isn´t right
I´m just tryna to leave the crib, go out and live tonight
Shit, fuck that, I´m locked in the lab, workin´
Droppin´ a track, beats get bodied and bagged, certain
See the world through first, second, and third person
Omniscient, listenin´ so efficient
Trapped in my own goal line, ready to go the distance
Consider it a privilege that you get to witness
History in the makin´, you fucking bitches
Haha, just playin´ witcha´ll
Still in line waitin´ for my name to get called, yuh