| I’m gettin' busier, can’t you tell? |
| I got the rhymes that sound so well |
| And it’s the 5th element, |
| Never repetitive, |
| highly competitive, |
| happy and elegant, |
| I’m gettin' busier, can’t you tell?, |
| I got the rhymes that sound so well |
| Yeah, I got no time to waste, |
| back and it’s time to embrace, |
| kid is too nice, |
| I ain’t fallin' flat on my face, |
| I figured it out, |
| Yeah, guess I’m crackin' the case, |
| and I ain’t slowin' up, infact, |
| I’m detachin' the brace so, |
| believe me when I say it, |
| I ain’t gunna take no, |
| shit from no man, |
| especially from no assholes, |
| class is to much, |
| I flex words like muscle, |
| and I ain’t a hustla but I’m livin' off my hustle, |
| digin' in the grates, |
| maneuver the track, |
| Went from rapper who produced to producer who raps, |
| kid, |
| respect drive if you don’t respect rhymes, |
| we all got our taste but I still stood the test of time. |
| And ever since I started movin' up, |
| and popped off this class, |
| I’ve been gettin' more attention and often more ass, |
| listen, love women, |
| can’t stand sluts, |
| media’s fucked, |
| irritating, all of the above (yep) |
| my flow ain’t pretty, rhymes ain’t gritty, |
| I’m in between from the country livin' in the city, |
| and record labels never saw a thing in me, |
| but I can tour and a thousand kids sing with me, |
| a modern day hippy, yeah, |
| changin' up the norm, |
| smoke dope, you can say I’m bakin' up a storm |
| I dress like I’m sixteen, spit like a pro, |
| wear the same clothes in every video and every second show, |
| this is me, tryin' to do it comfortably, |
| lazy as hell but I run my own company, |
| and most music, really I despise it, |
| but I hate on everything I even hate most of my shit. |
| Hip hop ain’t the same, |
| I remember parents used to hate it, |
| but hip hop is grown up and now parents play it, |
| everybody and their grandmother love rap now, |
| and everybody and their grandmother try to rap now, |
| I’m a fan but I’m loosing my cool, |
| cause every rapper that I hear keeps abusing they tools, |
| you can’t make an album with 12 battle tracks |
| when your punchlines are whack |
| and you can’t make hyenas laugh. |
| Most rappers don’t like me, I can live with it, |
| diss me on your record cause really I don’t give a shit, |
| say that I’m a sell out, call my beats commercial, |
| but it’s only music man, |
| I don’t take none of it personal |