[Verse 1: ROB BIN$]
Spittin' sins, sinfully as I'm commiten' em
Wearing high hats as I crash in your ear drums
Trashy rappers stay pickin up dirty crumbs
Crumblin, mumblin, waitin' for the rule of thumb
[Verse 2: ROB BIN$]
Mower blade stuck' spittin out shards of glass
Staring at snakes sleepin' deep inside the grass
Sneakin past, as I don't see any contrast, and
I stay put, craftin' classics, as they stuck in class
[Verse 3: ROB BIN$]
Look, at 'knight' I grip onto mics' and hold a hook
But during the day' i write raps, and read books
Sly thiefs be stealin' rhymes and left shooked
But there ain't no such thing as half way crooks
[Verse 4/Hook: ROB BIN$]
The homie said to me
Don't worry bout your age
You can be a dope mc'
Just believe
And the homie said to me
You better get on the stage
Or you will sink deep in the sea
You'll see