Courtesy (Remix)

This is my apology letter
For every cat that I overshadowed since I got on the scene and started
Battlin' average and below rappers who though they was killin' shit
The only thing they killed was my hope for a focused MC
That could vocally go toe to toe with the dopest of thee the best outta that bunch could try and get social with me
Cuz it takes a village riight?
But I don't play nice
I came from a place that bites and chews and spits and screws you out your innocence
Like your youth was a virgin bride
I put the scribe in prescribe
Cuz I write scripts that can play out the worst times of your life
And they call my diction cryptic
Ill bury any Tom, Dick or Harry tryna Luke Perry me
Meanin' they deal in variables
I'm tryna fixate y'all on me so hip-hop is more bearable
But y'all act like anybody coherent is a freakin' rap miracle
Bruh, I've been a wordsmith since I first sniffed this rap game
One of the Last Poets ask Abiodun
Y'all can hashtag it, tweet it, instagram it for the netframe
I'm on the road less traveled, y'all stradlin' the next lane
Tryna figure out how I be pickin' through folds of my left brain
Shout out to all the dudes attackin' rap from those of my gender who now sendin' me love letters that i know leave return to sender
And hopefully y'all get the message only roll with day 1s
No new friends unless you know my government by heart
Cuz Sa-Roc is only one part of my indominable foundation
F a throne I'm takin over the country ROC NATION
Throwin' up my pyramids like Pharaoh I'm rulin' every subject and noun that i spat out my mouth I'm Malcom X and I don't trust any of them negroes that come out ya house
Cuz I'm standin' out there in the field tryna get the people to feel me
I done dealt with the real shit and y'all quick to spit bout the theory
Its a different world from Brooklyn to Hillman and this the ?mitsy?
Turn the Dwayne Wayne to Mr. gains flippin' beef in the pit
Its like this
I am a tad bit of a wizard
Yap a few bars and turn their eager jab into mad shriveled and bitter
Cuz I'm the leader of this pack you the last pick of the litter
I'm the omega and the alpha the last and the beginning
I'm stardust masked in a cast of human form but I been forced to pass as your caste to be seen as halfway normal
I'm formally requesting a mass text of your besties and everyone else inside your iPhone by top of the morning
I know I'm the black sheep the tryna hide me from company
Cuz I be on my black shit quotin' Elijah and company
They never understood me I stayed under the radar
Now I trace my rise through the covers of magazines
Tryna Spin my Complex life onto the pages of Fader
If I'm not on your top 5 or all-time then you a'int heard of me
This my callin' card the rap god at your service

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