I’m on that otherNo other with a flow like himPoisonous style, that’s the reason they don’t bite himNo TitanI’m more like a Lyken writingStrive em like triton my spider sense are quiet enticingWhen I’m in the booth it’s curtainsWhen I’m in the streets, its loveI’m simply doing what I doGiving the people what they wantSo eclecticEsotericShock them like my soul is electricThe west coast cherish my expertiseThis sound is astounding, got them bouncing like trampolinesTell me who aint feeling meI show you a haterIt’s either that or I’m the type of artist they afraid ofYo momma warned ya about those monsters under the bedNow I’m hereThis time we come in peace and that’s to reverse your fearSerious as the DoGodOriginal son of the SunI’m shinning bright in yo livesAnd since I’m in the image of it, leave them like oh my god
I’m tryin find something to feelBut I can’t relate cuz I’m realIt’s what the people been waiting forI couldn’t make them wait no more

I grind seven circles round them until they dizzyBy the way my project sellYa’ll can tell I’ve been getting busyIt’s time to separate the artist from crooksSpeaking of truths that can’t be found within the ink of a bookYou only intelligent artificially, we for realI’m way to ill with skill and I be writing songs they can feelI saw the format and said F itI’m working for selfNever let another provide your definition for wealthThis is deeper than rapWe teaching life lessonsMathematic habits, addicts for progressPutting the paper in proper context…
The older new, the newer the olderDon’t really matterWe toast to the truthLive and breathing, DOB from the Beach thoughI’m planting seeds to eventually see all my trees growAnd for I let you out of schoolI need to know you found the toolsTo build your pyramid, word to my brotha Howard HughesLOTLA
I had to give it to them rawYa’ll making my city look badWith yo basic a** flowYou gang bangingThat’s oldWhere your bars at?Gotta check your car faxYou ain’t official with this rap shitBecause if it ain’t jewels, clothes or ratchetsYou lostI was born and breed for thisYou can tell I’m a specialist?With this microphone excellencePessimistic got my blessednessYour hood stripes don’t qualify you to represent thisAint the land of the zebrasMore likeShock the achieversNo, this is not the arena for your ego and prideWe pry open hearts to see if any eagles inside…
I got this juiceWith orange…in the boothMan all of you rapper boofAnd until you prove otherwiseJust give credit where it is dueMany have tried and failedThey still aint F’in with LouDucking the truth like Catholic priestLyrically I show cyphers what a disaster beIt’s a masterpiece.

That make your little worldA bit different

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