Square One

[Verse 1: Kenn Starr]

Forget the chit chattin' let's make it happen
For those that said I'd never make it rappin'
I tore 'em to shreds like cleaning carpet spills with a paper napkin
Regard my skill as a gift to the masses
So I guess you could consider this wrapping
The bars the curriculum within the song givin' em classes
Mr. Starr ain't givin' no passes
I don't grade on a curve, I got a way with them words
This ain't the revenge of the nerds and ain't no bullies gettin' they ass kicked
Was thinking that I wasn't fully built for this rap shit
Retract it and never reconsidered my passion
I took all of them feelings I had and I
Turned 'em into the venom and the acid I'm killin' the track wit
You backwards, you practice them feminine tactics
Queens with a lisp all in your accent
A man purse, skinny jeans, buncha glitter all in your chapstick
Integrity I wonder where that went
It's absent, we need it
'Cause generally speaking
It's too many emcees claiming general or kingpin
Allow me to give 'em a minute so it can sink in
I'm on the brink and I'm tryna make a dollar outta fifteen Lincolns
Ballin' on a budget like some 15's twinklin'
They callin' on Low Budget to revise and revitalize
The type of hip-hop that you pride and you idolize
And you can sink your teeth in
Let me breathe in, regain my composure
Yeah I'm in the game for exposure
Came for the fame and the dough but I'm stayin' for the closure
I told ya my DNA's engrained with the culture
Even when I do it like I'm joking around
I still sound like the dopest around
To find competition you would have to dig a hole, open the ground
And make a dead rapper open his mouth
Let's take it back to square one