[Verse 1: Isaiah G]
We back again at it with this rap shit
Actions, taken at the moment, time to match it
Or start acting up, for rapping stuff
If life a game of poker I'm the rapping bluff,
To some professionals, but man ya'll bout to take this serious
Hearing this, mirrorless, potential gon' make ya'll be cheering this
Or are we fearing this, that's what we say, replay
The song if you wrong, then you muthafuckas D-cay
I'm cliche, I mention Kurt Cobain
Took his Kurt Co-brain, Then went Kurt Co-BANG!
All these other niggas tryna stay the Kurt Co-Same
But I ain't selling out to try to get my Kurt Co-Fame,
Ain't sniffing Kurt Co-Caine, with my homies
Phonies, phone me, like I'm at home, do it backwards like an OG
And GO away, cause I am the protege
Of the future, ask father time to show you for a day, nigga
Speaking of fathers man my father supported me
With the music thing, told me the execs would be courting me
Well, it ain't happen yet, but its accurate
Cause my flow and lyrics hit you harder than a statuette
Catching rep, with the EP, you feeling the style
And my songs connect the world like the Erie Canal, nigga
Welcome back to my collection, I'm repping
I paint a picture black and white sort of like I'm reffing
[Hook]
Was that a year or just a long ass day,
Eff it all either way we came a long ass way, x4
[Verse 2]
I'mma kick it on the bass line, great time
Gossip in the winery, I heard it through the grapevine
8 time champion, ranchy in this, so up the ante and wrists
Get slit like cancerous tits
In a mastectomy, Complexity, besting me, destiny
Seems as bright as the whole system of corrections be
I'm such a prisoner sinister type of minister
I finish ya with Mortal Kombat, now witness up
I'm rhymesayer spitting fire while I'm blasting in
I'm so masculine, blasting men, in the abdomen
Causing a re-flux, you weak fucks, will be touched
Ironic how an amateur can go to make elite bucks
For an eternity, you niggas never see me
If you do I swerve away like Big Sean in a Lamborghini,
Read me, closely, remotely, I'm staying isolated
And twice I'm jaded, the jewels, get your heist invaded
That's the sum of things up in the ghetto lifestyle
Life's wild, totally parallel to a white child
Surbanites be earning twice our salary
They cap on the 2000 mark, like dieting calories
And my batteries low, I mean my bullets and my energy
When I be, banging and slanging for a whole century
Eventually the injuries I take slide out my memory
The only writing utensil I know is penitentiary,
