I paint a picture, no paintbrush, pen, or pencil
My art is in the audio and I don’t need cardio to get your heart bumping and jumping around
As soon as you hear this sound, it’s resuscitating
Breathing new life into poetry, hoping Jay or Dre would notice me
Besides maybe Gabe, nobody’s as cold as me
Sub-zero, no, the absolute zero flow
So low below the cold, they can’t compete with it though
I just been kinda rubbing sleep out my eyes lately
Realizing real lies told on the daily
Even though this game ain’t made for us
You gotta know how to play it, that’s the only thing that’s gon save you
Stepping on the mic is muscle memory for me
First nature, putting words together easily
Hoping this’ll work out though
Cause ain’t too many people making it
This game is filled with corny niggas faking it
Look, I got a way with words
And when I get down to writing a verse
Ain’t no telling who’s gon get hurt
It’s collateral damage, I’m causing widespread panic
I’ma be a pandemic, worldwide with this rap shit
Worldwide with this rap shit
Everything I spit you know that it’s a classic
Eat the competition up, saran wrap it
I’m tired of this plastic, a nigga hella mad, shit