THE SOUND

Verse 1

Fans try to quote me , cos my bars glisten
But they mess it up, cos they DonT listen
I blame it in the ailing educational system
Every youth wants to be famous without the wisdom
They all about the fake shine and the glitter , u talk to them and they will say you're bitter
They'll rather sell their soul so they can trend on twitter
Going viral like the Ugandan baby sitter
You do anything for a like on Fb mode got stripes like an old school referee
The best be the polymath from any angle bro
Painting pictures over your head like Michael Angelo Sistine Chapel ceiling. You stand below the Level that I'm spitting on
Im champagne you fosters
You act like you trash you deserve the Oscars
Sounding like another mans like wearing his boxers

Verse 2

Eyo!! Walk in my shoes before you criticise me
The industry powers,that be they victimize me
No hard,feelings I manage my anger wisely
Cos I be repelling negative energy from enemies
I got that elephant memory
My venom got no remedy
Still need a brain scan
No love ,they don't mess with my name brand
They disrespect me as their main man
They even got me side lined from their game plan
They shake me and wave me aside with the same hand
Then they hit me up to coon for the cam damn

Another free cypher I'll pass
The outcast casting gem stones to wild pigs
He got bars but its all about the 6 figs
If I was dealing oil and gas with like 6 rigs
Forget the skill all the hype will be like this big