I’m on that other
No other with a flow like him
Poisonous style, that’s the reason they don’t bite him
No Titan
I’m more like a Lyken writing
Strive em like triton my spider sense are quiet enticing
When I’m in the booth it’s curtains
When I’m in the streets, its love
I’m simply doing what I do
Giving the people what they want
So eclectic
Esoteric
Shock them like my soul is electric
The west coast cherish my expertise
This sound is astounding, got them bouncing like trampolines
Tell me who aint feeling me
I show you a hater
It’s either that or I’m the type of artist they afraid of
Yo momma warned ya about those monsters under the bed
Now I’m here
This time we come in peace and that’s to reverse your fear
Serious as the DoGod
Original son of the Sun
I’m shinning bright in yo lives
And since I’m in the image of it, leave them like oh my god

I’m tryin find something to feel
But I can’t relate cuz I’m real
It’s what the people been waiting for
I couldn’t make them wait no more

I grind seven circles round them until they dizzy
By the way my project sell
Ya’ll can tell I’ve been getting busy
It’s time to separate the artist from crooks
Speaking of truths that can’t be found within the ink of a book
You only intelligent artificially, we for real
I’m way to ill with skill and I be writing songs they can feel
I saw the format and said F it
I’m working for self
Never let another provide your definition for wealth
This is deeper than rap
We teaching life lessons
Mathematic habits, addicts for progress
Putting the paper in proper context…

The older new, the newer the older
Don’t really matter
We toast to the truth
Live and breathing, DOB from the Beach though
I’m planting seeds to eventually see all my trees grow
And for I let you out of school
I need to know you found the tools
To build your pyramid, word to my brotha Howard Hughes
LOTLA

I had to give it to them raw
Ya’ll making my city look bad
With yo basic a** flow
You gang banging
That’s old
Where your bars at?
Gotta check your car fax
You ain’t official with this rap shit
Because if it ain’t jewels, clothes or ratchets
You lost
I was born and breed for this
You can tell I’m a specialist?
With this microphone excellence
Pessimistic got my blessedness
Your hood stripes don’t qualify you to represent this
Aint the land of the zebras
More like
Shock the achievers
No, this is not the arena for your ego and pride
We pry open hearts to see if any eagles inside…

I got this juice
With orange…in the booth
Man all of you rapper boof
And until you prove otherwise
Just give credit where it is due
Many have tried and failed
They still aint F’in with Lou
Ducking the truth like Catholic priest
Lyrically I show cyphers what a disaster be
It’s a masterpiece.