2002

I heard an emcee this morning that made me wanna get in the booth

And no offense to him or his crew but I know that I'm better than that dude

So what I gotta do to get his spot in hip-hop and my video on MTV2

I know it can't be the skills cause mine have been ill since 2002

This blank sheet of paper is the s**t they've done right

Whilst Peter been beating the beat up repeatedly leaving the body in Peabody seemingly

Nobody noticed

I figured I'd take it and make it the focus

I'm the lord grand chancellor

Backwoods ramble

Rap career canceler, bumping Fiona Apple

I'm the weird beard grower

A ghost, a feared flower

A myth, a gift shower

I been sipping on a Snapple in the cypher

You can find me I'm the wildest geek

My assignment has been rhyming been aligned to the beat

My bud kind but I'm violent when I'm rhyming delete

All pretenders who enter cause my potential's elite

He's always stressing excellent when blessing a show

My investments are destined to double bubble and grow

So, yes, in the flesh, the man, the mess, Spose

Who can still flow fresher than dressers of clean clothes

Oh, you getting to know the name I came to spell

I'm underground yeah I came from Wells

So watch me play the bass line on a belt your favorite rapper just used so he could

Hang himself

"But it's all good, Spose!" No it ain't so swell

Cause I'm back down to Earth like some angels fell

Cause I popped up on the chart with some stained lapels

And then I disappeared faster than Dave Chappelle

Poof

I heard an emcee this morning that made me wanna get in the booth

And no offense to him or his crew but I know that I'm better than that dude

So what I gotta do to get his spot in hip-hop and my video on MTV2

I know it can't be the skills cause mine have been ill since 2002

I been struggling rhyming like w**d made of iron that's how hard Ive been grinding

Been neglecting assignments, dreaming of islands

But not recouping, beat looping with the droopiest eye lids

My ups and downs have both been critical

My free time is infinitesimal

Inside my ride, driving to the gig, whipping it, kicking it, ducking the piglets

Fine rhymes kid

There must be a connect I can't find him yet

Don't want a private jet just rhyming checks

Hey you'll never find Ryan crying with the blues like sirens

Bro this is no sob story

Even though they're hating in their verses, I don't want sympathy this is a statement

Of purpose:

I will out work every m**r alive and those who don't f**k their moms, too

Yo, I got callouses that will amount to palaces

Analysis is cats is on my phallace, put em up

I sip McCallan talented vow to you no medallions, challenge it till paralysis, dude:

Put em up

If you're playing Call of Duty chilling watching television and you wonder why you're

Going under, shut the f**k up

But, if you never relent like you only loan

Things out once, then guess what: your day gon come

I heard an emcee this morning that made me wanna get in the booth

And no offense to him or his crew but I know that I'm better than that dude

So what I gotta do to get his spot in hip-hop and my video on MTV2

I know it can't be the skills cause mine have been ill since 2002