At times to times I find myself complacent
Stuck up in the world of my imagination
All these rhymes are the fruit of my talent
Exiting evaluation brought to me by admirations

talking Biggie, Pac, Pun, J.cole Micheal Jackson
Clearly as one reborn reincarnation
Carrying the hopes of my generation
Cos when I get the mood I make one with the tune

But

This Comfort zone in most cases means repetition
And come on bro face it it isn't the satisfaction
That you been seeking for and talking before, I mean don't life seem short when you kinda get bored

The rap game ain't the same no more
They wanna hear your voice 808s
Describing the various ways of which you got laid
The drugs you take or sold and how much you got paid

There's nothing to blame but the ignorance
Even doe you're passionate you can't be mad at them
The system in which we live in, forces you to adapt forget all the facts
Follow the map then dwell on the past

I'm a pro with tools it's the reason why I rap
I'm here to showcase why them others are crap
They record on logic yet they never really make sense
They're Gossip bitches referred to as made men

I tried a 9 to 5 that shit didn't really work
Use to get high all the time yet I never felt so down to earth
Now living by the spirit yet driven by the ego
Reaching artistry even deeper than Picasso's

Forget the non believers know I'm here to teach the teachers
Aware that patience teaches but constantly misbehaving
So this little uni fame don't interest me no more
Needing a change cos inadmissibly broke

If you're coming against me you gon be needing some hope
Cos my dopamine level is overly dope
Notice is shown, that I overexposed opposing souls with a boldness of tone

I'm like the French Al Capone