This is where it all begins
Rhymes are coming from within
Croweman rapping, it's a sin
Throw your life out, try again
They told me that I sound like crap
The Ape and I, we should un-rap
All their hate began to stack
Now it's time, that we react
First, I wrote a couple, random rhymes sure was a struggle
Fit the lines just like a puzzle, Cap listened, and he chuckled
"Bro it's really not that subtle, the damn sex offender shuffle
Except you're playing it on shuffle" That's when I left to grab the shovel
Screw it, I buried that shitty track and all it ever lacked
Pick up the mic, attack, call it a clever come back
My rhyme book is an almanac, covers made with carbon black
Listening is like a trap cause everything I say is wack
J Folz is a thrasher, give him robes now he's a pastor
Preaching rap, this mans the master; Let It Be is now a factor
They call me f*****g masher; make a song with Ape and Tractor
Best ideas come when their plastered
One more doubter and you'll get laughter
I forgot to mention I'm in detention
Cause of my intentions to begin ascension
To the fourth dimension, feeling lots of tension
Oh, and not to mention; you are losing my attention
Just a bunch of white boys comin with some white noise
Use your ears just like toys, can't you feel it: hyped, poised
It started with the Caf God
Hungry, yeah, its real odd
Roll up with the whole squad, rappin and it ain't flawed
People say I can't spray, flow is messy, so's the pace
In response I gotta say "Slow and steady wins the race"
Better grab my briefcase, headed into deep space
People think I'm misplaced, they say raps a disgrace
People don't appreciate anything I ever do
Critics need to learn their place, I just need to power through
I've been takin heat cause I can't stay on beat
Like I'm reading from a sheet; I've been beat
Eat a can of self-defeat
In the hot seat, feeling my own heartbeat
Use it as a cheat sheet, confidence is concrete
Critics wanna compete, they don't know I'm complete
Never am I offbeat, f*****g take the receipt
Apes together strong like brothers in the bond
It didn't take me that long to adapt to writing songs
Got rid of all the wrongs, I'm no longer in the pond
Connecting words, spitting fire, rap on beat, staying strong
Now the crew has big plans
The choice is in your hands
Is it a burial for two or a funeral for you?
