Okay. This joint is knockin' right here
   I don't even need to write to this joint this easy
   I'mma just talk to 'em off the top, listen
  
   My interpretation of what the game facin'
   I'm basin' my facts on ancient civilization
   And my proclamation plus the world and its foundation
   My education is statin' black unification
   Debatin' whether Satin is situatin'
   And placin' me in a state of mind that can't be shaken
   It's like a leech slurrin' my specch, energy taken
   It's brakin' my fiberglass thoughts that pass through my mental
   Lettin' off frustration through meditation in conventional
   Dimension in teleportation
   And like the length between words in the first grade my mind is spacin'
   Out on route like telephone communications through nations
   Give me 360 degree rotations my occupation
   Spittin' flows and creatin' a creation through experimental situations
   They drug me 'cuz my thoughts bloody like menstruations
   Makin' my temperature heat up like incubation
   They tracin' and chasin' from location to location
   I'm stationed at a hotel accomidation
   Waitin' to start me and my squad organization
   But I'm hesitatin', too many outside irritations
   Makin' me pause and might cause altercations
   But I'm penetratin', surpassin' so-called limitations
   Dedication, motivation and concentration
   Manifestation is the key to escalation
   And fluctuation of cheese might cause MC's suffocation
   Or tax on cats 'cuz no jacks is bein' fakin'
   They typically pissin' me off like urination
   Deflation and toleration is in consideration
   But me in my rankin' is like Bob Marley to Jamaicans
   I might be...slightly exaggeratin' but eliminatin'
   These snakes wit affiliation got the system scared
   Like mice durin' extermination
   Erasin' the rhymes rapper's lines wit time and patience
   Takin' no shorts, thoughts like woo blunts I'm lacin'
   Comin' down like condensation givin' proper information
   My interpretation of the rap business
   Since my christenin' I wanted to be a rap technician
   Splittin' mics in half for my fans when I'm spittin'
   Never forgettin' how rap started from the beginnin'
   But most of these ignorant rappers talkin' 'bout money they gettin'
   Bars they spittin', cars they whippin', nice clothes they dipped in
   Hoes they hittin', 9's they grippin'
   But they gotta expand they mind and rhyme somethin' different
   For instance, that's what I be kickin' in my writtens
   But if you listen pay attention positivity's mentioned
   My composition has a 50 slash 50 division
   I can please both crowds no vocals is my intentions
   When I do that wit rap I expand my comprehension
   Extendin' my knowledge like goin' to college at Princeton
   The industry's missin' and interpretation that's sickenin'
   They was wishin' I presented so now I'm forever in it
   The business...