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[Verse 1: Poetic Mind]

Give me the mic and really let me speak
Thinkin' about this shit it got me feelin’ weak
All these trap rappers really shouldn't even speak
If you really listenin' closely you’d realize they don't say shit
Just a bunch of words put together in a cadence
If you listened closely you would realize that I'm killing it
But they ain't feelin' it because it is the truth
So now I spit on a trap beat when I'm all up in the booth
Hoping you will listen
I'm just tryna shine and glisten
Every-time I'm really spitting
I’m just written
Hoping you will really understand and try to get it through
They wanna change your mind but you gotta see it through
All these people really talking
But they stuck up in their own views
Then they looking at me
But they got a blown fuse
Stuck up in the same lane
With the lame games but they became lame
With the same range and the boast about drugs mane

[Verse 2: Poet Mind]

Its the end of the beat and I’m switching it up
These rappers be talking I don't get a fuck
Cuz they’re irrelevant
Acting so heaven-sent but they just never went
Talking in scriptures they calling me reverend
Reviving the beat then I sever it
You're an OG well I am a veteran
So who do you think you're better than?