My music never lies that's the first thing

My passion never changes the second thing I hold tight

The third thing I disappeared in the four rectangular walls

You make me waste my time

You're second, it's first

From monday to sunday there is not a day i think about

You still wonder why you and I still can't love each other

The one who asks the question is always you even if you're still late in the race

The irony for you is that big ideas lead to each other

When me and homie can kill this beat in so many ways

Messages in music many things, simple and not sublime

How long has it been since my hip-hop direction hasn't reversed

You think you're magical, but how much do you live?

While I already understand

You bring your half-lean and half-fat stuff out

That's it, you're still half-hearted, half-season, you're so lacking in soul music

Your imagination is high so just let me fly the kite

Make a game for me to fly a kite

Hooks:

This is rap, you make your way

This is rap, everyday life

This is rap, you make your way

And I claim this is rap all from the street