Verse 1
Now all I need is to listen to a beat and I'm so gone/ so far off up in the dreams of/ escaping reality taking the burden/ right off my shoulders and lifting up and chucking it further/ because I don't require weed to see higher/ eat, sleep, and receive beats til I retire// spit fire in the eyes of the weak spoken provoken/ thirsty ass bastards ,rascals with no token/ I'm so hopeless. Almost as/ a lonely ghost in homely rode, lord Jesus only knows/ what we're up against...but I take my time/ cause I'm relying my psyche on this line by line/ and I'm fine without the sunshine/ just give me a sucker to bust with a punchline/ cause people wanna tell me what I won't be or tell me what I can't/ but you can NOT tell me what I'm NOT or tell me who I am.

Chorus (2x)
Shut up the people that won't let me talk
Even though they opened up the light that set me off
and yeah, I'm thankful for that don't get me wrong
but it's time to get em back by the words of this song

Verse 2
If the 9th produced wonders, then who is the one that wrote it/ lemme know, lemme talk, that's my only opponent/ unless it's me. It has to be. I am my own worst enemy/ cause I'm better than you swagger out children would ever be/
This ain't just some music that you would plug in and fall asleep to/ it penetrates your conscience just like a surgeon's needle/ hurtful procedures for your worthless Adidas and supras/ it's easy to beat you broads like the man who sing deuces/ skilled but still stupid, yet kills dudes/ who claim to be the best but aren't truthful/ oh, you think you hot because you got some followers now/ but quick to lose them before you know'd what to do with them/ every lyric I spit is critic rhythm. It gets/ immensive, an evanescence. You'll wake up when I'm dead/ lyrical decapitation. I will bite off your head./
I kill you're procrastinating master degrading instead

Chorus (2x)

Verse 3
Drop it like it's hot. Triple dot, spitting on etcetera/ flow is sky, atmosphere, galaxy, and nebula/ one of few credulous to show you I put work in this/ while the rest of you suckers acting on the impertinence/ violent and murderous, diabolical well certainly/ permanently verbally massacring what's worthy of it/ because I'm sick of dudes. Matter fact I'm sick of you/ that's the reason why most of these imbeciles are pitiful/ started from the bottom and where am I now/ other than stomping these artists with terrible sounds/ unbearable creation. Is what sets me apart from all of them/ cause they're incomparable, have air able sound/ have the wind knocked out of him. Such a disgrace/ dropping bombs on them like a wrestler cutting his weight/ stuff em til they suffocate/ embarrass them til they runaway/ tryna diss me with your form of music find another way