5am In Jersey

It's hard to run when I can't hide
When all I'm feeling is hunger
And the music's running wild coming from every vessel deep inside
When commercialization's at an all-time high
And I wanna run up, snatch the mic from every new come up
That's rapping off a Robitussin high
Stop mumbling every word, stumbling through every track
I can't wait to make it past this era
Buncha actors turned rappers not ready for this lyrical guerra
Gonna start selling copies of "Ingles Sin Barreras"
I'm here to sever your sclerae, with this lyrical terror
They all chasing the fame, selling their souls for cheddar
I'm tryna bring back the game, underground from the cellar
Harboring these letters, my pen's attached to propellers
Spinning hits at this level? I'm getting better and better
But I'm skipped over like checkers
I just need'em to know that it'll never faze me, yeah
I'm in the booth letting loose, spilling truth while getting wavy, yeah
Drives them crazy how I do this daily
I've been on my grind and no it's never been gravy
Just know that the flow has been heavy lately
What else can I do when this loose leaf's my only view?
Never needed acclaim, just a pen and some brews
Then I get right back in it like my lyrics are fitted
But the last thing I want is to ever fit in
Not in search for approval, you want another artist draped in jewels?
Then go on searching through Google cause all these bars are truthful
Take a look at my pupils, my main objective's to move you
Every line is crucial
Been at it since 14, my arrival was foreseen
Killing off the germs in this game, call me chlorine
Give me the mic, I'll bet my life I get it right; this here is all routine
Laying bars for days, no need for recognition
Motivating this passion, yeah that's my only mission
Fuck those who opposed, never thought I'd be hitting
But here I am like damn, blowing fire like them grams I was fitting in them bags I was flipping
Always knew them bars I was kicking eventually would get to sticking
Never quitting, forever shitting on these bitches
Who said I was missing? Must've not been listening
I set it off with no Pinkett
Still at it, wreaking havoc, I've been doing me
All the hatred and fake shit just boosts my immunity
Take your shots if you must, you could never ruin me
I've seen it all before, believe that
The energy within these lines, I need that
I'm beasting when I'm eating, feasting on these beats
I mean that, but it seems that this industry produces infamy and bigotry
And I don't feel that
I'm here to flip the script on these pricks real quick
I guarantee that